It's somewhere between Christmas and New year's And I made myself a carpet out of empty bottles of wine Everybody's getting festive, but it's just got me depressive Thank God the clock just turned 8:59 Yeah I wish you could have seen her Young and running wild So much hunger you could taste it Course she breaks just like a child Well I've had my fill of honky tonks Free pour shots and cold tall boys in Texas Living in the past, and fogging up the glass of what might have been Used up all my go to lines, friends don't even have no time for breakfast Some things you lose Some things, you leave behind Of all the things I've lost I seem to find you in the strangest places I'll be keeping to myself when something drags you out the woodwork of my mind I tell so many lies, and I cry so many nights Baby, for the record, I'm sorry The weight of what I did and how I lost you Never leaves my side