hey mister bartender add some ice to my whiskey here's a hundred dollar note it's all I've got for you tonight I'll be mumbling my story so hear me out but 1st I'm on a grief tonight so about the whiskey just keep it coming it's friday night and i'm at the bar there are couple on their tabels and i'm sitting on the single corner of the club to my right my friend we met here i don't even know his name but we share the same look on the face and we both like whiskey so keep it coming to the left there's a lady i'd smile for her but i have no stories to share nothing to impress her but i can impress you to keep the whiskey coming now that she left more people will come and go for this chair is always empty for those who needs a shot or two but we two me and my friend you know we're the kind of customers who ask you to keep it coming i promised you to mumble my story I've been drunk for years i forgot how i got here but there is no way out like the drunkard to the jug the memory remains and i'm still true to her dark strict cold no windows nor doors the only way in is death and there is no way out there she rests in peace and here since she's gone i've never known peace