I Keep Things Bottled Up Inside Of Me
That Bottle in the Back Corner...
Yeah, that's the one... The one that's corked up tight and looks like there's nothing in it.... Well, there's plenty in it. That bottle holds pieces of me that I'm afraid to let go of. Pieces that I haven't shared with anyone. Pieces from the last 47 years of my life that have been simmering for so long. I've been asked about those pieces, but then I feel the hair on the back of my neck stand up and I just say "Oh, I couldn't burden you with any of that, it's all locked up safe in the bottle." There's part of me who wants to share what's in the bottle, yet part of me who isn't sure if I should, let alone how to after all these years. Do I let the bottle age for another 40 years?
Yeah, that's the one... The one that's corked up tight and looks like there's nothing in it.... Well, there's plenty in it. That bottle holds pieces of me that I'm afraid to let go of. Pieces that I haven't shared with anyone. Pieces from the last 47 years of my life that have been simmering for so long. I've been asked about those pieces, but then I feel the hair on the back of my neck stand up and I just say "Oh, I couldn't burden you with any of that, it's all locked up safe in the bottle." There's part of me who wants to share what's in the bottle, yet part of me who isn't sure if I should, let alone how to after all these years. Do I let the bottle age for another 40 years?
