That Old Moth-Eaten Suit

At a first glance one might not even know That this suit of mine is full of holes It doesn't shine quite as bright But still fits me alright That old moth-eaten suit from so long ago And in the left breast pocket there is a flask And it's contents have two specific tasks To make your memory go away And give me some words to say On the topic of this suit, should anybody ask And everyone agrees I look so smart But nobody sees the holes in my suit or the holes in my heart It's a wedding celebration, and by all accounts, I'm having fun But then I get that old-time feeling and I know it's time to run Come in the back door and I throw my jacket on the bed Then I have a little drink just to clear my head But all my thoughts return to you And that old moth-eaten suit That I wore on the day we were wed