Diamonds in a Whiskey Glass

When my down gets tough I find a way to cope drag myself right back up from the end of my rope I pour a strong one, straight and mean swallow hard and let it do its thing My don't give a damn takes over she's not so right I'm not so wrong I get less sober she gets less gone and all the broken pieces of our past shine like diamonds in a whiskey glass All the lines I've crossed just gradually blur and it ain't all my fault for losing her and what was heaven, starts to fade and I'm better off anyway My don't give a damn takes over she's not so right I'm not so wrong I get less sober and she gets less gone and all the broken pieces of our past shine like diamonds in a whiskey glass Ain't it funny how that half empty bottle starts to look half full when you're looking up from the bottom And all the broken pieces of our past shine like diamonds in a whiskey glass shine like diamonds in a whiskey glass