I’m just a bottle, sittin’ on a discount rack
My hometown’s in Tennessee, my favorite color’s black
I caught your eye soon as you walked into this store
I’ve seen that bend through hell a thousand times before
You’re gonna walk right up this aisle, won’t even check my tag
to counter, wrap in a paper bag
But I’m not your I’m not your savior
you you’ll later
I won’t you you’re sorry
I won’t your car around
I hope I don’t you
you I’m just a bottle
Sittin’ on your bedside table
Now you to seven on my label
If I had a way I’d you this warning
I’ll you I’ll you over in morning
I’m not your I’m not your savior
you you’ll later
I won’t you you’re sorry
I won’t your car around
I hope I don’t you
you I’m just a bottle
I’m just a bottle
swore what’s fix what’s you
But we’re both in a million pieces on floor this room
I’m not your I’m not your savior
you you’ll later
I’ll just pull you to bottom
I won’t your life around
I hope I don’t you
you I’m just a bottle
Sittin’ on a discount ride
My hometown’s in Tennessee, my favorite color’s black