An Empty Glass

An Empty Glass,
That last cigarette,
it’s closing time,
and I’m drunk again
But somehow I’ll make it home, and cry myself to sleep
That’s how my day ends, every night for me.
Every Night I’m in some bar, Pouring Whiskey on a heart that’s on fire.
Forgetting you is no easy thing, Each night for me always ends the same?
With an Empty Glass,
That last cigarette,
it’s closing time,
and I’m drunk again
But somehow I’ll make it home, and cry myself to sleep
That’s how my day ends, every night for me.
Every Night I’m in some bar, Pouring Whiskey on a heart that’s on fire.
Forgetting you is no easy thing, Each night for me always ends the same?
With an Empty Glass,
That last cigarette,
it’s closing time,
and I’m drunk again
But somehow I’ll make it home, and cry myself to sleep
That’s how my day ends, every night for me.
Yea, That’s how my day ends, every night for me.