Eric David Smith - Bottles And Pills

I look up in the sky
I look down in
The bottom of the ocean
Went searching for a meaning
And all I found was my depression
I must escape the feeling
I'm talking to my ceiling
This is so damn abnormal
You must think I'm a mess
I do too, I guess
So don't ask me how I am
How I am, oh
How I am

Everything is fine
Through bottles and pills
Everything is fine
Through bottles and pills
Everything is fine
Through bottles and pills
Everything is fine
Through bottles and pills

Bottles and pills
I take one
I take them all
I take too many
And I'm gonna fall
There's no one around
I'm isolated
I don't know what to do
But my anxiety is keeping me inside
Oh, I'm keeping myself in

Bottles and pills

Everything is fine
Through bottles and pills
Everything is fine
Through bottles and pills

I feel dead
Maybe I am
In my head
Nothing is real
Just pretend
Everything's fine
Everything's fine

Everything is fine
Through bottles and pills
Everything is fine
Through bottles and pills
Everything is fine
Through bottles and pills
Everything is fine
Through bottles and pills

Written by:
Eric Smith

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

Lyrics powered by Lyric Find