When you’re stuck in a deep, self reflective mode
Reach for 2 bottles of sorrow
When you feel like your will to live will implode
Reach for 2 bottles of sorrow
Sometimes it’s tough just to summon a smile
Or walk that long recovery mile
If you can’t find your way and lost all recourse
Reach for 2 bottles of sorrow
I’ve seen so much in the last 2 years
(Made me) reach for 2 bottles of sorrow
Through parochial pride, I’ve battled those tears
(Gonna) reach for 2 bottles of sorrow
Don’t try and go talking to me Because I’ll just run and then mentally flee
I can’t find my way, I’ve lost all recourse
Reach for 2 bottles of sorrow