"At Least I've Got Your Memory" lyrics

"At Least I've Got Your Memory"

Dearly beloved, we're gathered here in love and memory
Of all these empty bottles gone way too soon
It should be easy to say goodbye to a heartache
But the thought of us together just won't go away

And drinking keeps me thinking that you've come back to me
But now I'm thinking maybe the drinking is why you left me
I've got no one else to tell the hell I'm going through
But at least I've got your memory that I can talk to

My heart's crippled like this old bar stool
About to fall apart
I refuse to remember another lonely night without you
Just one more shot and one less thought
And then no more sorrow
Oh, but I'll be here, drowning misery, save time tomorrow

'Cause drinking keeps me thinking that you'll come back to me
But now I'm thinking maybe the drinking is why you left me
I've got no one else to tell the hell I'm going through
But at least I've got your memory that I can talk to
I've got no one else to tell the hell I'm going through
Oh, but at least I've got your memory I can talk to


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