A twenty-six ounce promise
The bottle still lays there
We'll make a ride on Brookfield
Never took anyone else here
There's days I sit for hours
There's nights I drive to throw these rocks
Into this dirty lake that's home
You're standing in my back yard
With hands up in the air
Calling out my name a hundred times
But I'm not there
I'm sick of telling secrets
To people who don't care enough to know
Why I'm so scared
I'll just sit in silence
The waves the only sound
A sailboat divides the clouds
That cover this whole town
So if it really makes no difference
I'll just see you around
And if it doesn't matter
I'll stay here till the sun goes down
I'm standing in your front yard
My hands aren't in the air
And I don't say a word
You know exactly why I'm here
A twenty-six ounce promise
The bottle still lays there
So bury me on Brookfield
And then I won't be scared