She pressed her lips and drank straight from the bottle

Every last drop squeezed

Straight from the bottle

In the next bin found

Something soft and round

So sweet that strawberry

Brought back a memory

She pressed her lips and drank

Straight from the bottle 

Her man was making plans

Straight from the bottle

“We got a life ahead”

Some days spent lying in bed

So sweet this memory

Of how things used to be.

She pressed her lips and drank

Straight from the bottle 

Every last drop squeezed 

Straight from the bottle 

In the next bin found 

Something soft and round

The taste of raspberries 

Bring back sweet memories 

She squeezed his hand

He was her man.

Once tall and proud.

Laid him in the ground.

She pressed her lips and drinks 

Straight from the bottle

Every last drop squeezed 

Straight from the bottle

By the next bin found

When kids came looking round

The smell of rotting fruits

Broken glass and Big Issues.