Broken Bottle

Once I was a broken bottle
 lying in a crowded bar
 waiting for the band to start again
 And from the floor I'd stare up
 at the bright lights and the silhouettes
 cast along the wall behind your head
 O, I would wait
 for you to find me there
 I would be you lighter bolder(?), unapologetic
 would have myself delivered to your hands
 you wouldnt know me by the way my words curve up
 around the page and fall upon - I could not breathe out loud
 O, I would wait
 you would know me then
 Have you ever begged ask a question of a song
 tried to know someone by following their words?
 sometimes you're a broken bottle
 waiting to be undiscovered
 in between the bright lights and the dawn
 O, I would wait
 you would find me there
 O, I would wait
 you would find me there