Текст песни Bottle It Up

I'm not swimmin' in the money But at least I'm sleepin' every night Why does life get so boring? And does it ever start to feel right? Am I too proud to say I'm sorry? My empathy hides in disguise So sometimes I just force a smile So I can escape I can get out instead of try So I'll just bottle it up Save it for a night on the weekend When I can't get enough Cut the flowers down to the stems We can spiral all the way down Then pull each other back to life So I'll just bottle it up Save it for a night on the weekend But I kinda like it in a low-key Siamese arms in a fight We only know where the beat is When, we tap our feet on time Don't expect that you'll find it Ever again if you stop They say it's all about the rhythm But, I'm everywhere that it's not So I'll just bottle it up Save it for a night on the weekend When I can't get enough Cut the flowers down to the stems We can spiral all the way down Then pull each other back to life So I'll just bottle it up Save it for a night on the weekend So I'll just bottle it up Save it for a night on the weekend When I can't get enough Cut the flowers down to the stems We can spiral all the way down Then pull each other back to life So I'll just bottle it up Save it for a night on the weekend