Third Year, Dry

September leaves stuck on the windowpane This oldcalendar'sbleedin' all its dates in vain Another page turns, a ghost of a touch I uncork the memories, but itdon't mean much Thiswhiskey's smooth, but itcan't erase The hollow space you left in this place Just tracing circles'round a yearthat's gone Since our last" goodbye," our final song. And the glass issweatin'... Myheart'sforgettin' how to beat in time Yeah, the glass issweatin'... Seein' your face in the bottom of the wine. Should've held on tighter when the nights got cold Should've swallowed pride instead of stories left untold Should've burned that calendar, let the ashes fly For one more" I love you," for one more try... Should've held on tighter when the nights got cold Should've swallowed pride instead of stories left untold Should've burned that calendar, let the ashes fly For one more" I love you," for one more try... Three years, thirty- six moons, a thousand stupid fights we replayed in my head Arguments overnothin', now mynothin' feels like a king- size bed I wasplayin' checkers with your heart, you wereplayin' chess Now every victory toast is a moment of distress Thisbottle's my biographer,writin' chapters of regret Everysip's a timestampI'm desperate to forget We built a fortress, then we blew it up over a spark NowI'msiftin' through the rubble in the quiet and the dark... the dark... 'Cause the glass issweatin'... Myheart'sforgettin' how to beat in time Yeah, the glass issweatin'... Seein' your ghost in the bottom of the wine. Do you ever flip back through the pages? To the chapter before all the rages? When a shared silence was a comfort, not a wall... When we had it all... And the glass isbreakin'... Myheart'sshoutin' out a broken line! Yeah, the glass isbreakin'... Drownin' your ghost in the last of the wine. Should've held on tighter when the nights got cold Should've swallowed pride instead of stories left untold Should've burned that calendar, let the ashes fly For one more" I love you," for one more try... Should've held on tighter when the nights got cold Should've swallowed pride instead of stories left untold Should've burned that calendar, let the ashes fly For one more" I love you," for one more try... Just a stained glass and a stained heart... A storyendin' before the start... A final page... a final age... Weshould've held on tighter when the nights got cold... Should've swallowed pride instead of stories left untold... Weshould've burned that calendar, watched the ashes fly... For one more" I love you"... Just... one more try... ... Third year whiskey... ... Dry.