I’ll hit the bottle one last time Right before I say goodbye My words will be slurred And the smell will mask my emotion You’ll think its all empty So that way we won’t hurt as much I’ll stumble through the door And give my little shpeal In my drunken state of mind Rambling about the past And the love we tossed around Then I’ll escort myself out No officers this time, thank you Our lives will be better and happier But I’m not going to say goodbye Not to you at least I’ll say goodbye to the barrel After I hit the bottle one last time
