Whiskey and beer are ready to take turns
A faraway hand is drawing the curtains
Scenes from the past a dim light uncovers
Gonna give me a taste of cold love leftovers
Love leftovers, love leftovers
Got into bed and pulled up the covers
No sleep yet ‘cause a memory hovers
I’m getting fed on cold love leftovers
Love leftovers on a plate that’s hidden
Dry crusts of sadness for the roaches to feed on
Got love leftovers and they don’t need warming
Dinners for one are served without warning
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