Begging to be Filled

This empty glass before me
Is begging to be filled
To wash away the pain from
Endless tears that I have spilled.

You left, you're gone, its over
Don't know what else to do,
Vodka and my broken heart
Now tear my world in two.

And so I take my bottle
To pour another shot
Knowing soon you'll go away,
Your memory, forgot.

I raise the glass to my lips
And slowly count to three,
Warm liquid fills my body,
You become a memory.

I'm drowning now, and yet I know
I'll never be fulfilled,
My heart is like this empty glass
That's begging to be filled.