Hemingway

Sunrise, washing out a whiskey glass

Red eyes, staring at nothing

Faded like graffiti on an overpass

One more keep the come down from coming

I ain't heard from her since Sunday

And hell, I probably won't

She could be from here to LA

Yeah, for all I know

Ooh, she's probably sleeping at her mama's

And ooh, that's why I'm sleeping with a bottle

Of kill the pain, numb me like novocaine

Shoot another shot until I black out on memory lane

Ooh, she's ten and two in that 150

And ooh, I'm seeing if that hundred gets me

To turn the page, how gettin' gone ain't the same

Ain't no slowing down about it, she took the highway

And I took the Hemingway

(And I took the Hemingway)

She's on a blacktop, I'm on a bender

She's trying to forget me, I'm trying to remember

Where I put them damn cigarettes

Only thing goin' for me, there's a couple left

Ooh, she's probably sleeping at her mama's

And ooh, that's why I'm sleeping with a bottle

Of kill the pain, numb me like novocaine

Shoot another shot until I black out on memory lane

Ooh, she's ten and two in that 150

And ooh, I'm seeing if that hundred gets me

To turn the page, how gettin' gone ain't the same

Ain't no slowing down about it, she took the highway

And I took the Hemingway

She's took a one way two lane out of this town

And I took a downhill all the way down

Just another reason why right now

Right now she's

Ooh, she's probably sleeping at her mama's

And ooh, that's why I'm sleeping with a bottle

Of kill the pain, numb me like novocaine

Shoot another shot until I black out on memory lane

Ooh, she's ten and two in that one fifty

And ooh, I'm seeing if that hundred gets me

To turn the page, how gettin' gone ain't the same

Ain't no slowing down about it, she took the highway

And I took the Hemingway

Ooh, she's probably sleeping at her mama's