bottle to the lips and there he goes again, slithers his way down your throat like the little snake he is. looks that promise with results that kill. he dresses himself as a good time waiting to happen, but fails to show you what's under his mask. when the time has come to stop, you've already gone to far. game over, you lost. he has you so tightly wrapped on one small finger, there's no going back. the walls slowly crack as the doors begin to close and your life, starts to crumble. bottle to the lips and there he goes again.