Lyrics

I'm moving on, but I'll still think about you
When I hear Willie Nelson sing of embers in the rain
And I was wrong, but what good are convictions when you're
Grasping at the fire pretending you don't feel the pain?
It's such a shame, shame

I've got a cup. I fill it up with whiskey
In the hopes of drowning out your memory
And oh it works, especially in the morning when
The bright lights and the headaches and your face are all I see
I tell my friends, they oughta set me up, and when I stumble into church
I lie, pretend I'm finding peace
I got a line. I practice it in private,
So when people ask about me I'll somehow make them believe

I'm moving on, but I'll still think about you
When I hear Willie Nelson sing of embers in the rain
And I was wrong, but what good are convictions when you're
Grasping at the fire pretending you don't feel the pain?
It's such a shame, shame

I take it slow, cause sympathy's a virtue
That I ain't got the energy to fake
I know in time, I'll feel awful stupid
For this helpless psyche I can't seem to break
I tell my friends, that they should just be patient
Let me get over my grief, I know my heart'll heal this ache
I've heard your line, and I know that it's b*******
But I'm happy that you're tryin' cause Lord knows I can relate

I'm moving on, but I'll still think about you
When I hear Willie Nelson sing of embers in the rain
And I was wrong, but what good are convictions when you're
Grasping at the fire pretending you don't feel the pain?
It's such a shame, shame

I'll hit rock bottom soon enough then come back better than before
And when I'm finally tired of being tough the next love will be so much more

But for now I'm moving on, but I'll still think about you
When I hear Willie Nelson sing of embers in the rain
And I was wrong, but what good are convictions when you're
Grasping at the fire pretending you don't feel the pain?
It's such a shame, shame