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