Here we are
We're finally alone now
It's just you and me
And the memories of her
Please don't go
Though I know that you're angry
Maybe we can kill these ghosts with another glass of wine


There's the glass
That she pressed to her lips nightly
If you look you can see a lipstick trace
There's the dress
That she wore so tightly
If you look in the mirror
You can see her standing there


Those things are hers:
The ring and the glass and the bed that you lie on
And I got nerve:
It's mean dragging up the past like she wasn't gone
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