It was the middle of winter, she left in the cold
Taking nothing but her ring and my pride
Now it’s winter again, I’m still here
There’s an empty bottle with me inside
I’m holding up a lamppost with my one good arm
The blood there on the floor must be mine
And I would be alright now
I’d be alright, but these memories are killing me
When promises break, they shatter like glass
The rainbow never gives you the gold
Old love letters left out in the rain
The summertime always brings the cold
All things must pass; both good and bad
Day is always followed by night
And I would be alright now
I would, but these memories are killing me
So open your gate, shut out the clouds
Tell all of your secrets to the dust
We’ve both got what the other one needs
Tell me that you love me if you must
But we both know I’ll never see you again
In the morning I’ll forget your name
And I would be alright now
I’d be fine, but these memories are killing me
A rotten old guitar with rusty strings
Is my only souvenir of her
She flew away with the Sunday breeze
Time since then is nothing more than a blur
But the bars are still open and the razor still cuts
I can drink and I can howl at the moon
And I would be alright now
I’d be alright, but these memories are killing me