At the bottom of her glass
Cause I never wanted anything like what I wanna be right now
She remembers his old boots
And the shotgun that he shoots
Lies at the bottom of a lake
So lift your cig and drag
How could she ever love this man
And when you carry weight in your life (life)
And all the plans you make in your life (life)
The original decision was right
Cause I never wanted anything like what I wanna be right now
An angel again, An angle again, An angle again
Somehow, somehow yeah, yeah somehow