I ran into your mom at church She said, "I've been praying for you" Guess now that you've moved on, she ain't mad at me no more The magnolias on old shell road smell so bitter sweet Sometimes I still wanna get messed up, but you'd be proud of me There's a beer in the fridge Last of twelve Sole survivor of my last all nighter in the back of the bottom shelf It's gonna be there in the morning Even though you won't You're the reason I quit drinking And the reason I wanna get drunk I still look out for the cops When I'm driving round town And I'm still not quite sure what to do with my hands in a crowd There's a lot I can't remember And a lot I can't forget One silver bullet in a chamber and I'm playing Russian roulette With that beer in the fridge Last of twelve Sole survivor of my last all nighter in the back of the bottom self It's gonna be there in the morning Even though you won't You're the reason I quit drinking And the reason I wanna get drunk I don't know why I keep it I should probably pour it out Guess I've got to live without you now Cause I couldn't live without That beer in the fridge Last of twelve Sole survivor of my last all nighter on the bottom shelf It's gonna be there in the morning Even though you won't You're the reason I quit drinking And the reason I wanna get drunk

Head in a hole Light in the sound Fish in a bowl Staring up from the ground Way down Way down Is this my new home? Temporarily found Where the weed's overgrown With the cold winter's clouds Sail down Sail down I'm in over my head Am I in over my head? My head My head If this one fits up Send your kiss and a smile From your holiday home In a place I don't feel Way down Way down I'm in over my head I'm in over my head My head My head