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