Thursday Empty Glass

I lost my wedding ring down the kitchen sink

Now it's glimmering somewhere far away

And I'm sitting here with an empty glass

Waiting for the day to swallow me whole

I'm holding on to nothing

Sold my wedding ring to another man

Who was drunk in lust far away from home

Now I'm waking up with an empty hand

Trying to buy something to take me away

The page I've written

I'll sleep in the space where no one's breathing

We'll trade all our memories for forgetting