Separate

It's empty where you were
Just a big gaping hole
now I tried every bottle
every pill that I know
but time baby time
works better than wine
and bloodshot eyesI went to the mountains
I thought it might help
I wrote some songs
But they were shitty as hell
Only works when i'm broken
Four inches from dying
And at my bestIf you know what I know
And I think that you do
You'd head to the country
For a minute or two
And lie on the earth
And for better or worse
Let it swallow you hole