Listen to the song:<\/p>\n
Spotify<\/a> She drinks to remember, he drinks to forget They both drink alone, nothing else to do She pours a glass of remorse, he fills his with regret They both drink alone, nothing left to do He can\u2019t forget her taste on his tongue, the flavors that they shared They both drink alone, nothing left to do Listen to the song: Spotify Other streaming platforms YouTube She drinks to remember, he drinks to forget She wants to go back to September, the days when they first met She put her blue dress on, said it was just for him He can\u2019t forget that she took it off for all the rest of […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"parent":462,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-492","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry","post"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thegincident.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/492","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thegincident.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thegincident.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thegincident.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thegincident.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=492"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thegincident.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/492\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":646,"href":"https:\/\/thegincident.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/492\/revisions\/646"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thegincident.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/462"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thegincident.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=492"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nOther streaming platforms<\/a>
\nYouTube<\/a><\/p>\n
\nShe wants to go back to September, the days when they first met
\nShe put her blue dress on, said it was just for him
\nHe can\u2019t forget that she took it off for all the rest of them<\/p>\n
\nThey\u2019re each one minus one, when they should be two
\nCoffee blacks the morning, whiskey blinds the night
\nJust one cup, just one spoon, just one bottle, it just ain\u2019t right<\/p>\n
\nShe wishes they could reverse course, but she never did stop to reflect
\nShe let another hold her, he sat alone, finishing the wine
\nHe moved on to harder stuff, she said she fell asleep at nine<\/p>\n
\nThey\u2019re each one minus one, when they should be two
\nCoffee blacks the morning, whiskey blinds the night
\nJust one cup, just one spoon, just one bottle, it just ain\u2019t right<\/p>\n
\nThey told their stories, counted beds, did she ever really care
\nShe couldn\u2019t stop what she\u2019d begun, maybe she was scared
\nAfter all the lies and loss, she wonders how she dared<\/p>\n
\nThey\u2019re each one minus one, when they should be two
\nCoffee blacks the morning, whiskey blinds the night
\nJust one cup, just one spoon, just one bottle, it just ain\u2019t right
\nJust one cup, just one spoon, just one bottle, it just ain\u2019t right<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"