Bottle in Me

She shuffles down the stairwell to her door
It isn't much
But it's what she calls home
Her special place, her solitary time zone
Where no one ever calls her anymore

How'd you like to come inside and see
What I'm like and what it's like to be me?
Maybe you could ask me how I've been?
And if you'd like a drink then I can see If I've got the bottle in me

He fingers through another filthy book
Casts a glance, to catch a dirty look
His wife is sitting, she's oblivious
Is this all the excitement that she'll get?

If we talk for long enough
You'll realise I'm not that tough
It's just a mask that I wear
The cracks in life are deep and rough
They'll drag you down and call your bluff