With one drink   You can't handle it   Another empty bottle, come tomorrow   You won't remember what you did       The past is in the past.    Hanging onto a memory is not gonna bring it back.    The people that surrond you,   They couldn't care less about you.    But there the ones that you love.   There the ones that you love.      I prefer not to use a chaser.    I like the burn to serve as an eraser.    Another empty bottle, come tomorrow   I will remember everything i've done.      The past is in the past.    Hanging onto a memory is not gonna bring it back.   The people that surrond you,   They couldn't care less about you.    But there the ones that you love.   There the ones that you love.      Oh were your eyes just free to see what they saw?   Or were your lips just free to say what they really want?   Do you even remember now what that was?   Do you remember?      With one drink    I can't handle this-   Another empty bottle, come tomorrow   I will be reminding you of what you did.