A Toast
So I sit down
At my favorite watering hole
I order a soda
"Just filling my quota" I say
'Cause I ain't been drinking so much these days
I'm getting by on my own
I'm letting those memories slip away
Deleting that shit off my phone
The barman asks
Where is it that I've been lately
"Just laying low
Taking it slow," I say
But then who walks in
Much to my chagrin
It's the cause of my gin-soaked past
It's you my dear
And loud and clear
I hear the sound of my fork to my glass
Water's been wasting my time
Give me gin, a whiskey or wine
Here's to you
Here's a toast to the mean shit you do
Here's to dishonesty
Here's to the games you play and the days I got lost in the fray
Fuck, the ringer that you put me through
Still I gotta say that if I never met you
This drink wouldn't taste quite the same
Two, Four
Double's been my kind of pour
Two more
Don't hit your ass on the door
We were on our way
We were on our way with our eyes on the same sunny day
Ooo all the trouble that I got us through
Still I gotta say that if I never met you
This drink wouldn't taste quite the same
We were on our way
We were on our way with our eyes on the same sunny day
Ooo all the trouble that I got us through
Still I gotta say that if I never met you
This drink wouldn't taste quite the same
This drink wouldn't taste quite the same
This drink wouldn't taste quite the same
At my favorite watering hole
I order a soda
"Just filling my quota" I say
'Cause I ain't been drinking so much these days
I'm getting by on my own
I'm letting those memories slip away
Deleting that shit off my phone
The barman asks
Where is it that I've been lately
"Just laying low
Taking it slow," I say
But then who walks in
Much to my chagrin
It's the cause of my gin-soaked past
It's you my dear
And loud and clear
I hear the sound of my fork to my glass
Water's been wasting my time
Give me gin, a whiskey or wine
Here's to you
Here's a toast to the mean shit you do
Here's to dishonesty
Here's to the games you play and the days I got lost in the fray
Fuck, the ringer that you put me through
Still I gotta say that if I never met you
This drink wouldn't taste quite the same
Two, Four
Double's been my kind of pour
Two more
Don't hit your ass on the door
We were on our way
We were on our way with our eyes on the same sunny day
Ooo all the trouble that I got us through
Still I gotta say that if I never met you
This drink wouldn't taste quite the same
We were on our way
We were on our way with our eyes on the same sunny day
Ooo all the trouble that I got us through
Still I gotta say that if I never met you
This drink wouldn't taste quite the same
This drink wouldn't taste quite the same
This drink wouldn't taste quite the same
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Writer(s): Thomas Pederson
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