Bottle it all up
Put it on the shelf

Until someone orders that drink
Tastes your hell

Gets drunk on your pain
While you watch them cry

While you prepare to bottle more
Getting sad-drunk on wine

Bottle it all up
A memorable drink

Add to it fruit and pink
And it becomes a pretty thing

Have the group taste it once
Ingraned in their heads

The one returns to taste it
Wishing the rest weren't dead

Bottle it all up
Such unique stuff

How they hate the aftermath
yet can't get enough

Drink so much in the night
Not knowing the morning'll be rough

Hungover and sad
Wanting more of the stuff

Bottle it all up
And watch the men cry

As the taste brings back
The lies and the died

Knowing full well what it does
Yet back the next night

While you witness it all
Being sad-drunk on wine