Another Friday night, another neon glow
Another “I’m alright” that everybody knows
Bar stool preacher with a trembling hand
Trying to outrun the things he can’t understand
The jukebox keeps singing those old sad songs
And the whiskey keeps telling me where I belong
But every sip just takes me further down
Till I’m talking to ghosts that ain’t around
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(Pre-Chorus)
I wasn’t looking for trouble…
I was looking for peace…
Funny how they’re sometimes hard to tell apart.
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(Chorus)
I didn’t drink to feel alive…
I drank to feel less…
Trying to bury all the hurt buried deep in my chest
Every empty bottle had a sermon to preach
But none of them could save a soul like me
I was chasing forgiveness at the bottom of a glass
That’s the Empty Bottle Gospel…
And it never lasts
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(Verse 2)
I’ve made promises I couldn’t keep
And shed tears nobody got to see
The mirror showed a man I didn’t know
A stranger wearing my face everywhere I’d go
Lord, I tried to drown the memories away
But they learned how to float and they decided to stay
And every morning I’d wake up the same
Still carrying guilt, still carrying shame
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(Chorus)
I didn’t drink to feel alive…
I drank to feel less…
Trying to silence every demon screaming in my head
Every empty bottle had a sermon to preach
But none of them could save a soul like me
I was chasing salvation at the bottom of a glass
That’s the Empty Bottle Gospel…
And it never lasts
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(Bridge)
Then one night…
When the bottle was empty…
I finally heard God.
Not in the whiskey…
Not in the smoke…
But in the silence I’d been running from.
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(Final Chorus)
I didn’t drink to feel alive…
I drank to feel less…
But mercy found me somewhere in that mess
Now every empty bottle is a reminder to me
That grace reaches farther
Than addiction ever could
The Empty Bottle Gospel couldn’t set me free…
But Jesus could.
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(Outro)
I spent years looking for healing…
In all the wrong places.
Turns out…
The answer was never in the bottle.
MikeyJ
