I sit the whiskey on the table, but keep filling my empty glass.
No matter how hard I try, I can't seem to erase the past.
I'm getting old quickly here, just remembering you dear.
Please hurry and leave my mind, but for at least one last time
It'll be one more glass, no two, hell make it the whole **** bottle.

I'll keep on drinking you away, taking it slowly sip by sip.
I close my eyes and I think of your soft touch on my lips.
I'm getting old quickly here, just remembering you dear.
Please hurry and leave my mind, but for at least one last time
It'll be one more glass, no two, hell make it the whole **** bottle.