Tomorrow Never Comes
Sitting here with my empty glass
wondering what to do
I order another one
while I’m thinking of you
Drowinging my sorrows
in a bottle of gin
hoping and praying
that someday I’ll win
Drinking is not the answer
but for now it will have to do
how else will I
work on forgetting about you
It seems the thing
that has to be done
why, oh why?
We have so much fun
It should have been different
I should have known
splitting your love
could only spell doom
You gave me a choice
with no choice involved
I sit here thinking
nothing’s resolved
So I stare into my drink
and drown my sorrows
while I sit here and think
there is are no tomorrows.
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