Ibland undrar jag varför du bara stack

och jag har gråtit några gånger för att jag inte förstår.

Ibland är jag glad, för jag kan få för mig att du gjorde något osjälviskt, för en gångs skull.

Du kanske gjorde det för min skull.

Du lämnade mig en gång innan, för att du ville inte utsätta mig för dig.

Men du kunde inte låta bli att komma tillbaka,

och du lovade att det skulle bli bra.

Men du kanske insåg att det aldrig skulle bli riktigt bra.

För det var det nästan aldrig.

Du ÄR inte en bra människa, det vet jag mycket väl om...

Men fan, vad jag saknar dig.

She put him out

like the burnin' end of a midnight cigarette
She broke his heart

he spent his whole life tryin' to forget
We watched him drink his pain away a little at a time
But he never could get drunk enough to get her off his mind
Until the night

He put that bottle to his head and pulled the trigger
And finally drank away her memory
Life is short but this time it was bigger
Than the strength he had to get up off his knees
We found him with his face down in the pillow
With a note that said I'll love her till I die
And when we buried him beneath the willow
The angels sang a whiskey lullaby

The rumors flew but nobody knew how much she blamed herself
For years and years she tried to hide the whiskey on her breath
She finally drank her pain away a little at a time
But she never could get drunk enough to get him off her mind
Until the night

She put that bottle to her head and pulled the trigger
And finally drank away his memory
Life is short but this time it was bigger
Than the strength she had to get up off her knees
We found her with her face down in the pillow
Clinging to his picture for dear life
We laid her next to him beneath the willow
While the angels sang a whiskey lullaby