Here we are

We're finally alone now

It's just you and me

And the memories of her



Please don't go

Though I know that you're angry

Maybe we can kill these ghosts

With another glass of wine



There's the glass

That she pressed to her lips nightly

If you look

You can see a lipstick trace



There's the dress

That she wore so tightly

If you look in the mirror

You can see her standing there



Those things are hers

The ring and the glass and the bed that you lie on

And I got nerve

It's mean dragging up the past like she wasn't gone

And it's a curse, to live in the shadow of a memory

That just keeps hanging on



There's the ring

That once held us together

She wants it back

So I'm sending it next week



There's the coat

Of brown and dirty leather

She doesn't really need it

'Cause it's warm there out east



Those things are hers

The ring and the glass and the bed that you lie on

And I got nerve

It's mean dragging up the past like she wasn't gone

And it's a curse to live in the shadow of a memory

That just keeps hanging on



There's the lamp

That she turned off everynight

When she came to bed

And she held me in her arms



There's the door

That she walked through daily

And the place that I last saw her

When she walked out on me



Those things are hers

The ring and the glass and the bed that you lie on

And I got nerve

It's mean dragging up the past like she wasn't gone

And it's a curse to live in the shadow of a memory

That just keeps hanging on



To live in the shadow of a memory

But it'll fade just like a song