That first little kiss from your school sweetheart. Parked in the dark in your parents car. Take her by the hand, gaze in her eyes. Feel the first flutter of them butterflies.
Smoky old bars, bright neon lights. Good ole boys and girls of the night. An ice cold beer and a good shot of brandy. I've always had a sweet tooth. For the devil's candy.
I could go on out tonight and do anything I want. I can find someone to hold me. But I've got my reasons but reasons I don't. . I know you're gone, I just can't move on.