An Empty Glass

An Empty Gla*s and last cigarette to closing time and I'm drunk again but somehow I make it home cry myself to sleep that's the way the day end, every night for me. Evey night I'm in some bar, pour wiskey on a heart that on fire. Forgiving you, aint no easy thing, each night for me always ends that same. An Empty Gla*s and last cigarette to closing time and I'm drunk again but somehow I make it home cry myself to sleep that's the way the day end, every night for me. (Instrumental) An Empty Gla*s and last cigarette to closing time and I'm drunk again but somehow I make it home cry myself to sleep that's the way the day end, every night for me. Yeah, that's the way the day end, every night for me.