Glass Bottles Make Great Knives Lyrics

She drove me to the grave and kicked me out of the car
A drink or two too many buried me at the bar
When these days it's more common to see a drink in those hands
Tonight we toast, to!

The back that's turned on me
The love that's vexing

A conflict of interest thats crippling
The sense of desperation that's keeping meCasari - Glass Bottles Make Great Knives - http://motolyrics.com/casari/glass-bottles-make-great-knives-lyrics.html
On my knees and in between her sheets
Loosing my cherished sense of dignity

She's thirsty and thour-OH!

Slam one last shot to the bar

Sharp pain in my chest, leaving me breathless
The liquids colors red and covering my hands