"Sometimes it'll be late at night
And I'd be drinking the thoughts of you away
Or at least trying to
And I'd look at my old email
And I'd see your contact
And start typing out a message
And then I'd realize that you don't want me to do that anymore
So I'd sit at the counter
And stare at the picture of you as I Drank all the Perrier-Jouët Belle Epoque you ever bought me."
