Bartender pour me a memory.
Of a time she was still with me.
I drink to relive the days hoping to make them a reality.
I drink to remember her while I pray she never forgets me.
Bartender one more shot for old times.
I like a tall glass of when she was mine.
Nothing compares to the ghost of her touch.
I would have never let her go if I knew I'd miss her this much.
I don't know this can't go on.
Me and drinking until I right my wrong.
Me and drinking just to be near her.
I get so drunk that I see but I can't hear her.
Or maybe I should just let her go.
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