Lyrics Choke - Little Tyrant

Choke

I get out of bed
Dream of punching holes in my walls
But I can’t, because it comes out of my security deposit
And I, can’t afford the loss
After all that I’ve spent
After all that I’ve tossed right into the toilet
So I’ll keep on dragging my feet across these nicely finished hardwood floors
Until I get to the sink and stair at the spot where the bottles could be
Where the bottles could be
Bottles could be
Where the bottles could be
Where the bottles could be
Where the bottles could be
Where the bottles could be
Where the bottles could be