This bottle of wine

This bottle of wine
I down this bottle of wine,
I don´t know how to feel but
I don´t mind the buzz
As the night moves slow you
look more and more like someone I could
love tonight
without the fuzz

And the feelings
I don´t know you´ve been there
I don´t think I can go there again
Don´t analyze me
There no apparent link between
the day he said he´d leave
and my
Reacurring dreams
and how I just can´t sleep
unless I´ve had a drink or five
On these feelings
I don´t know if you´ve been there
I don´t think I can go there again
Oh these feelings
I don´t know if you´ve been there
but I don´t think I can go there again
I down this bottle of wine,
I don´t know how to feel but
I don´t mind the buzz.