[Verse 1]
Bottle green, my favourite jar
I used to keep my questions in like
"Why is she crying still?"
And, "Do you know how glass is made?"
"Do you know how glass is made?"
Glass is made

[Verse 2]
We did not wear velvet gloves
When we chose to expose our hearts
In a year of earthquakes and those aftershocks
We learned how glass can break
Yes, we learned how glass can break
Glass can break

[Bridge]
The things I said
I did not mean them
There were dеmons in my head
Blowing out of proportion
The thing you said to me
Thеre is no such thing as subtle
Cruelty

[Verse 3]
Bottle green, my favourite jar
I used to keep my questions in like
"Why is she crying still?"
And, "Do you know how glass is made?"
"Why is she crying still?"
And, "Do you know how glass is made?"
"Do you know how glass is made?"
[Outro]
I learned too late