These empty bottles don't forgive they only remind you of the past you tried so hard to forget but you regressed back to the start and time doesn't stop as you patiently wait for your problems to resolve and for everyone to forget the damage done but it doesn't work that way I saw my reflection in my dad's old crystal glass the old credence album playing on the 8-track by the cabinet full of poison in the northeast where I felt content with who I am and what I chose to be