Just like you did with your bottles, you broke me and swept the pieces under the rug. I've been left under here, unnoticed as times goes by, as more bottles you chug.
I'm sure that your conscience let go of my existence years ago. So I have since given up my futile efforts to catch your attention, I already know.
These broken fragments of myself I keep trying to piece together, all alone. But the edges you so carelessly ruined and shattered are constantly cutting me to the bone.
Bruised and shattered, cut to shreds I lay here, motionless for years. But now you can't seem to see past your beers.....