I guess it will be
A waste of good money
To buy you those roses
They will wither away
You'll never come back to me
So I'll just leave them
And I'll buy me a bottle
So the ghosts will not stay
And maybe I'll sleep
Once that I've seen the bottom
And just maybe those dreams
Will not haunt me tonight
If they do I'll just buy me
Another cheap whiskey
Just to help me forget
For I'm loosing this fight