Today I tried to throw out All the clothes you left behind I swear that old box of ghosts Was haunting me at night
I stared down at the trash At those pictures of me and you I reached down and picked one out Now there’s nothing that I can do
‘Cause it’s too late to give it up once it’s in my hand And it’s too hard to put it down when I can see your face again Throw one up with another round, but nothing seems to change Tip this bottle till I’m drowning, I can’t drink you away
At first I thought the whiskey Was gonna keep you off my mind But you show up more vividly It happens every time
Now this fifth of Makers Yeah it might as well be you ‘Cause now that I’ve had a taste There’s nothing I can do
‘Cause it’s too late to give it up once it’s in my hand And it’s too hard to put it down when I can see your face again Throw one up with another round, but nothing seems to change Tip this bottle till I’m drowning, I can’t drink you away
It’s so hard It’s so hard Forgetting you
It’s too late to give it up once it’s in my hand And it’s too hard to put it down when I can see your face again Throw one up with another round, but nothing seems to change Tip this bottle till I’m drowning, I can’t drink you away Tip this bottle till I’m drowning, I can’t drink you away