This Bottle of Wine

I down this bottle of wine,

I don't know how to feel but

I don't mind the buzz

As the night moves slow you

look more and more like someone I could

love tonight

without the fussAnd the feelings

I don't know if you've been there

I don't think I can go there againDon't analyze me

There no apparent link between

the day he said he'd leave

and myReacurring dreams

and how I just can't sleep

unless I've had a drink or fiveOn these feelings

I don't know if you've been there

I don't think I can go there again

Oh these feelings

I don't know if you've been there

but I don't think I can go there againI down this bottle of wine,

I don't know how to feel but

I don't mind the buzz.