The Love Story You've All Heard; Part 3

3. "The Bottle"

I threw it all away incased in an empty bottle, in the deepest part of my mind, never to be touched but it's all come back, unrefined.

I was high on love, dancing with the wind but the doubts are now seeping in.
They're intoxicating my pure thoughts; invading and infecting.
I can't stop the thoughts, they're spreading and affecting.
It must've been the way you looked at her or how when she walked in, it made you stir.

I threw it away incased in a bottle, that warms my veins, that makes me speak in tongues.
The bottle lays broken in pieces, making me feel so numb, but it's asking you, do you love me at all ?