Verse 1
There’s a ghost in the bottle with my name on its breath
Whispering comfort while it’s dealing out death
I called it mercy when it numbed the pain
But mercy shouldn’t leave you drowning in shame
Kitchen light flickers like it’s judging my soul
Empty glass sermons preaching loss of control
I tried to bury every truth I felt
But the grave kept opening inside myself
Pre-Chorus
Now the night’s too loud when the buzz wears thin
Every quiet thought comes crawling back in
Chorus
Cold sweats in the dark of my room
Like my body’s remembering every wound
Hands shaking like leaves in a storm
While the past keeps knocking on the door
Every lie that I swallowed burns
Every scar is a lesson learned
I was praying the drink would set me free
But the prison was pouring out of me
Verse 2
Withdrawal feels like thunder in my veins
Every nerve screaming out my name
The mirror shows a war-torn face
Of someone trying hard to change
I tried to drown what I couldn’t say
But truth floats back anyway
Turns out pain’s a faithful guide
When you stop running from inside
Pre-Chorus
The devil I knew wore a whiskey grin
But the real fight was always within
Chorus
Cold sweats in the dark of my room
Like my body’s remembering every wound
Hands shaking like leaves in a storm
While the past keeps knocking on the door
Every lie that I swallowed burns
Every scar is a lesson learned
I was praying the drink would set me free
But the prison was pouring out of me
Bridge (NF-style intensity)
Yeah I built my escape with a bottle and lies
Every swallow another disguise
But the truth doesn’t drown
It just waits for air
And meets you alive when you think it’s not there
Rock bottom whispered something true—
“Only you decide what you’re walking through.”
Final Chorus
Cold sweats but the morning came
And the sunlight spoke my name
Every tremble, every scar
Reminded me who I really are
Every chain that addiction tied
Is breaking slowly, piece by piece inside
And the man in the mirror I feared to see
Is finally someone I can be
Outro
The bottle’s quiet on the shelf tonight
But the war it started taught me how to fight