Today I poured a cup of whiskey for a man that’ll never drink it,
The bar tender said “where’s your friend”
“In heaven” I replied,
His face looked solemn,
And for a second I swear I saw him have a flash back in his eyes,
He poured another cup of whiskey,
“For the ones that left to early, this ones on the house”
And so the glasses stayed there,
Un-drank, all night.
When I went to leave they where still sitting, Lonely against the counter top.
I walked by in the morning, there was a police line by the door.
The bartender took a shot gun after closing and used it on himself.
Through the window I could still see the glasses of untouched whiskey,
But instead of two glasses there were three.
