Here we are   We're finally alone now   It's just you and me   And the memories of her      Please don't go   Though I know that you're angry   Maybe we can kill these ghosts   With another glass of wine      There's the glass   That she pressed to her lips nightly   If you look   You can see a lipstick trace      There's the dress   That she wore so tightly   If you look in the mirror   You can see her standing there      Those things are hers   The ring and the glass and the bed that you lie on   And I got nerve   It's mean dragging up the past like she wasn't gone   And it's a curse, to live in the shadow of a memory   That just keeps hanging on      There's the ring   That once held us together   She wants it back   So I'm sending it next week      There's the coat   Of brown and dirty leather   She doesn't really need it   'Cause it's warm there out east      Those things are hers   The ring and the glass and the bed that you lie on   And I got nerve   It's mean dragging up the past like she wasn't gone   And it's a curse to live in the shadow of a memory   That just keeps hanging on      There's the lamp   That she turned off everynight   When she came to bed   And she held me in her arms      There's the door   That she walked through daily   And the place that I last saw her   When she walked out on me      Those things are hers   The ring and the glass and the bed that you lie on   And I got nerve   It's mean dragging up the past like she wasn't gone   And it's a curse to live in the shadow of a memory   That just keeps hanging on      To live in the shadow of a memory   But it'll fade just like a song