Glass Bottles Make Great Knives Lyrics

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

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