To hell with the glass.

To hell with the glass.

Its hard to remember who you are when your world keeps changing.

When you live in different houses. Different countries. Different rooms. When your room changes your face.

Its hard to know who you are when you only see yourself in people's smiles.

To hell with the glass.

You'll find yourself there. In the bottom. Past the neck and through the lips. In the belly of that bell bottomed cave. As its weight evaporates, the bottle will show you who you are.