Here’s to the past

Verse 1:

She hears the phone ring, but she’s afraid to answer

She’ll wait for a second call

She’s not a delicate person, but she can see the signs

And she knows it’s all her fault

Chorus:

She takes a drag from a burning cigarette

Inhales it like it might be her last

Pulls a bottle of bourbon from the cupboard

And pours herself a glass

She says I ain’t got no future so here’s to the past

Verse 2:

She fills her days with regrets and reasoning

thoughts of When she was a girl

Running a brush through her hair, she watches it fall to the floor

She remembers a much brighter world

Chorus:

She takes a drag from a burning cigarette

Inhales it like it might be her last

Pulls a bottle of bourbon from the cupboard

And pours herself a glass

She says I ain’t got no future so here’s to the past

Bridge:

She don’t know where the time went

she never gave it much thought

but now she’s flailing her fists in the air

screaming, “is that all you got?”

Chorus:

She takes a drag from a burning cigarette

Inhales it and knows it’s her last

Pulls a bottle of bourbon from underneath the hospital bed

And puts her lips up to the glass

She says I ain’t got no future so here’s to the past