Knocking at My Door

I’ve got a few beers in me and I can’t see too straight. I’m trying to lose your memory but man you were such a heartache. And your memory keeps a knocking at my door. And I just can’t answer it no more. I tried my best to tell you. What was in my heart. Break it to you gently. We both drifted miles apart. But your memory keeps a knocking at my door. And I just can’t answer it no more. But drinking and thinking and all this running around. My head is aching and thinking bout settling down. So don’t misunderstand me when I say these things. Love is more than a habit or just a wedding ring. And your memory keeps a knocking at my door. And I just can’t answer it no more. I got a few beers in me and I can’t see too straight.