Drinking Again - Trisha Yearwood

I’m drinking again

And thinking of when you loved me

I’m having a few, and wishing that

You were here

Making the rounds

And buying the rounds

For strangers

Being a fool, just hoping that

You’ll appear

Sure, I can borrow a smoke

Maybe tell some joker a bad joke

But who’s gonna laugh

At a broken heart

Oh, yeah, I’m drinking again

It’s always the same

That same old story

After the kicks there’s just little

Old mixed-up me

Trying to lose a dream that

Used to be

Look at me, I’m drinking again

All over town