Chris Cagle

Man I hate you found me here, whiskey on my breath
I know I should be ashamed, so much for those twelve steps
He said "No my son, I know you're doing your best
With all you've been through, I understand
I only came to offer you a friend
You know she still asks about you
Wondering how you're doing and where you've been
Tell her I'm in Tampa on the causeway, watching the waves roll in
Tell her I'm in Aspen, in a cabin, finding myself again
Tell her that I'm happy and I've moved on
Better than I've ever been
Just don't tell her that you saw me drowning in this bottle
Trying to make her disappear
Tell her I'm anywhere, anywhere but here
It would only break her heart if she knew the truth
You see I told her when she left, this is the last thing I would do
Tomorrow, I swear I'm starting over again