Bottle’s Empty

I once drank you all day
I once drank you all night
I couldn’t put your bottle down
And I don’t know the reason why

You used to drink me up all day
You used to keep me up all night
One day the bottle crashed on down
And I don’t know the reason why

Could it be the bottle’s empty?
Could it be the well ran dry?
Could it be the shelf is empty?
Could it be there are no more tears to cry?

I once cried thirty days
I once cried thirty nights
And then one day I woke up empty
For the first time in my life

Could it be the bottle’s empty?
Could it be the well ran dry?
Could it be the shelf is empty?
Could it be there are no more tears to cry?

I once drank you all day
I once drank you night
One day it all crashed on down
And now I know the reason why

Could it be the bottle’s empty?
Could it be the well ran dry?
Could it be the shelf is empty?
Could it be there are no more tears to cry?

Written August 2026
“Bottle’s Empty” From the Berwick Living Room