Bed, Bottle, Goal - Emily Davis

I’ve got a bed, a bottle, and a goal

I’ve got a bed, I’ve got a bottle, got a 1−2-3−4…

Bourbon, my sweet, put me to sleep

I have a pillow made of down and fresh, clean sheets

And tomorrow when I wake with a headache I know there’s gonna be

Some work to do

It’s the work after all, dear bourbon

That keeps me coming back to you

I’ve got a bed, a bottle, and a goal

I’ve got a bed, a bottle, and a goal

It’s just a matter of time until I’m tired and old

So bottle be my fire… and bed be my coal

Tonic and gin is on the menu again

Along with all my worst jokes and a shit-eating grin

And tomorrow’s coming quick like a lovesick little virgin

And there’s work to do

It’s the work after, all dear tonic

That I’m really looking forward to

I’ve got a bed, a bottle, and a goal

I’ve got a bed, a bottle, and a goal

It’s just a matter of time until I’m tired and old

So bottle be my fire… and bed be my coal

I’ve got a bed, a bottle, and a goal

I’ve got a bed, a bottle, and a goal

I need to reignite this slightly burnt-out soul

So bottle be my fire… and bed be my coal

Hey!

Bed, bottle, goal

Bed, bottle, goal

(ooooh) 2x

Well, this pen in my palm is keeping me calm

As I penetrate pages every and all day long

And the ink will keep me sane and help refrain for a bit longer

All the work that’s due

It’s these goals after all, dear bottle

They keep me coming back to you

I have got a, I have got a

Bed, a bottle, and a goal

I’ve got a bed, a bottle, and a goal

It’s just a matter of time until I’m tired and old

So bottle be my fire… and bed be my coal

I’ve got a bed, a bottle, and a goal

I’ve got a bed, a bottle, and a goal

I need to reignite this slightly burnt-out soul

So bottle be my fire… and bed be my coal

And bed be my coal

And bed be my coal