Casari Glass Bottles Make Great Knives
She drove me to the grave and kicked me out of the car
A drink or two too many buried me at the bar
When these days it's more common to see a drink in those hands
Tonight we toast, to!
The back that's turned on me
The love that's vexing
A conflict of interest thats crippling
The sense of desperation that's keeping me
On my knees and in between her sheets
Loosing my cherished sense of dignity
She's thirsty and thour-OH!
Slam one last shot to the bar
Sharp pain in my chest, leaving me breathless
The liquids colors red and covering my hands