Empty Bottle News

Empty Bottle News
by Kat Wallace

Standing on the front porch,
Swelter of the night, nothing feels right.
Tell me that you’re leaving,
Tell me that we’re through, empty bottle news.

Holding on too tightly,
I try to play it cool, like I was in on it too…
Your flight is in the morning,
I’ll let you get some sleep, but you ask me not to leave.

And give me one last night
To let me in, let me in.
And when we say goodbye
Let me win, let me win.

You made me like the river
Running my mouth, singing every sin.
Carve out every word
Like water on stone, I’ll hate it when you’re gone.

And give me one last night
To let me in, let me in,
And when we say goodbye
Let me win, let me win.