Bitters Past

Tim Easton

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I remember too many drinking songs
When I broke the bottle the drink was all gone
It's a curse or worse the wine stained letters at the bottom of your purse
That say, "I miss hanging with you"
"I miss laying with you"
I don't want to grow old drinking
But I want to grow old drinking with you

I know too many drinking songs
When I broke the bottle the songs were all gone
I'm uphill until I crack my skull on the wagon wheel
But still I miss driving to you
I miss riding with you
I don't want to grow old drinking
But I want to grow old drinking with you

You bring the bottle, I'll bring the glass
We'll scrape the bottom and swallow the bitters past
I don't want to grow old just drinking
I could grow old drinking with you

I remember too many drinking songs
When I broke the bottle drink songs they'd both gone
It's a curse or worse the wine stained letters at the bottom of your purse
That say, "I miss hanging with you"
"I miss laying with you"
I don't want to grow old drinking
But I want to grow old drinking with you

You bring the bottle, I'll bring the glass
We'll scrape the bottom
And swallow the bitters past
I don't want to grow old drinking
But I want to grow old drinking with you
I don't want to grow old always drinking
I could grow old drinking with you
Drinking with you
Drinking with you
Drinking with you
Drinking with you