Bottom of My Glass

I can’t kiss you good morning

And I can’t kiss you goodnight

Can’t seem to drink enough to get this ol’ head right

I love, and I miss you, if you ain’t coming back

I wish you the best from the bottom of my glass

The sweet and tender moments

That was the you and me

Cause bitter angry feelings don’t make for memories

Oh and every night, from the first pour, till they call for last

I wish you the best from the bottom of my glass

Oh fill

It up again

Until I say when

Oh fill

Me up again

Until I say when

I love and I miss you

If you ain’t coming back

I wish you the best from the bottom of my glass

Oh and every night, from the first pour, till they call for last

I wish you the best from the bottom of my glass