Here we are We're finally alone now It's just you and me And the memories of her Please don't go Though I know that you're angry Maybe we can kill these ghosts with another glass of wine
There's the glass That she pressed to her lips nightly If you look you can see a lipstick trace There's the dress That she wore so tightly If you look in the mirror You can see her standing there
Those things are hers: The ring and the glass and the bed that you lie on And I got nerve: It's mean dragging up the past like she wasn't gone And it's a curse-to live in the shadow of a memory That just keeps hanging on
There's the ring that once h eld us together She wants it back So I'm sending it next week There's the coat of brown and dirty leather She doesn't really need it 'Cause it's warm there out east
Those things are hers: The ring and the glass and the bed that you lie on And I got nerve: It's mean dragging up the past like she wasn't gone And it's a curse-to live in the shadow of a memory That just keeps hanging on
There's the lamp that she turned off everynight When she came to bed And she held me in her arms There's the door that she walked through daily And the place that I last saw her When she walked out on me
Those things are hers: The ring and the glass and the bed that you lie on And I got nerve: It's mean dragging up the past like she wasn't gone And it's a curse-to live in the shadow of a memory That just keeps hanging on
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