every time you get that ding
that bing
that email
it'll remind you of me
i'll be in your mind
telling you how we lined
you'll remember how i was kind
how i was always just trying to get by
how i left nothing confined
when i broke that gla** of wine
you would ask what i was laughing at
how i would say nothing
you just made me shine
felt like i was nine
how i would lose track of time
how i tried to make everything fine
how i just wanted you to be mine
yes, i'd like another gla**
red wine…