When my down gets tough I find a way to cope Drag myself right back up From the end of my rope I pour a strong one straight and mean Swallow hard and let it do its thing
My don’t give a damn takes over She’s not so right I’m not so wrong I get less sober, she gets less gone And all the broken pieces of our past Shine like diamonds in a whiskey glass
All the lines I crossed Just gradually blur And it ain’t all my fault For losing her And what was heaven starts to fade And I’m better off anyway
My don’t give a damn takes over She’s not so right I’m not so wrong I get less sober, she gets less gone And all the broken pieces of our past Shine like diamonds in a whiskey glass
Ain’t it funny how that half empty bottle Starts to look half full when you’re looking up from the bottom
And all the broken pieces of our past Shine like diamonds in a whiskey glass Shine like diamonds in a whiskey glass