This bottle of wine

I down this bottle of wine, I don't know how to feel but I don't mind the buzz As the night moves slow you look more and more like someone I could love tonight without the fuzz And the feelings I don't know you've been there I don't think I can go there again Don't analyze me There no apparent link between the day he said he'd leave and my Reacurring dreams and how I just can't sleep unless I've had a drink or five On these feelings I don't know if you've been there I don't think I can go there again Oh these feelings I don't know if you've been there but I don't think I can go there again I down this bottle of wine, I don't know how to feel but I don't mind the buzz.