Bottle

Start my day and hit my head with th edoor.
 Grab hold of the chair and pull myself from the floor.
 Still isn't clear what that was for
 I've recognized strong feelings in here.
 Fruit ripe for the picking and thoughts of fear
 Sometimes it gets to easy to assume that isn't clear
 Tell me 'bout those good old days.
 Older ones and better ways
 Ways I cannot change today.
 Tell me why. I'll tell you why
 Bit by the dog can pull you back in the game.
 Each new problem drives you further from sane
 Topics take root in all the things that cause my pain
 Another day and not a bad start at all.
 Less weight on the shoulders can make you feel tall
 This bottle stands empty waiting for me to call
 Tell me why.