[ Featuring the Half-Empties ]
I'm all alone
Well, I guess that isn't true
I'm sitting here with this bottle and glass
And all these memories of you
And I can count on the ice cubes
All the ways that I could've changed the way it worked out
But it'd be a waste of time to give all of those plans names
I know regret is like poison
So's whatever's in this glass
But for now I'll wallow in both of them
And wait for the pain to pass
I couldn't ask for more
Than the occasional pour
To fill me up when I'm empty
To warm me to the core
I know it's not the answer
But sometimes it helps to see
That the glass and the bottle
Can always be more half-empty than me
I've forgotten
But not the part that I would've liked to
And all the painful bits in my stomach pit
Feel a lot like cactus spikes
They tear me up
When I try to remember you in one of those better days
My mind tries to play home movies
But the last scene is the one that plays
So turn it off
And I turn away and I try to forget for a little while
I never thought just thinking of it
How much I'd miss your smile
I couldn't ask for more
Than the occasional pour
To fill me up when I'm empty
To warm me to the core
I know it's not the answer
But sometimes it helps to see
That the glass and the bottle
Can always be more half-empty than me
I feel awful
But I know that I've felt worse
It's like I know this isn't my funeral but
I'm somewhere in the hearse
I know I'm falling
Apart at the seams and I'm sure I reached the point
Where I know the whiskey won't fix me
But it'll lubricate the joints
Growing old
Wasn't supposed to hurt this much this soon and maybe not at all
But I know that it's above my paygrade
To try and make that call
So for now I'll sit here
And hurt a little less
And it helps that I can see
That I'm not alone when I've got your memory
A glass
A bottle half-empty
And me
I couldn't ask for more
Than the occasional pour
To fill me up when I'm empty
To warm me to the core
I know it's not the answer
But sometimes it helps to see
That the glass and the bottle
Can always be more half-empty than me
