I ran into your mom at church

She said I've been praying for you

Guess now that you've moved on

She ain't mad at me no more

The magnolias on old Shell Road smell so bittersweet

Sometimes I still wanna get messed up

But you'd be proud of me



There's a beer in the fridge, last of 12

Sole survivor of my last all-nighter

In the back of the bottom shelf

It's gonna be there in the morning

Even though you won't

You're the reason I quit drinking

And the reason I wanna get drunk



I still look out for the cops when I'm driving around town

And I'm still not quite sure what to do with my hands in a crowd

There's a lot I can't remember and a lot I can't forget

One silver bullet in the chamber and I'm playing Russian Roulette



With that beer in the fridge, last of 12

Sole survivor of my last all-nighter

In the back of the bottom shelf

It's gonna be there in the morning

Even though you won't

You're the reason I quit drinking

And the reason I wanna get drunk



I don't know why I keep it, I should probably pour it out

Guess I've got to live without you now

Cause I couldn't live without



That beer in the fridge, last of 12

Sole survivor of my last all-nighter

In the back of the bottom shelf

It's gonna be there in the morning

Even though you won't

You're the reason I quit drinking

And the reason I wanna get drunk