Yes I admit I've got a thinking problem
She's always on my mind
Her memory goes round and round
I tried to quite a thousand times
Yes I admit I've got a thinking problem
Fill the glass up to the top
I'll start with loving her
But I don't know where to stop
I wake up and right away
Her name is on my lips
Once the memories start to flow
I can't stop with just one sip
I keep on remembering
How good it used to be
Getting stoned all alone
On my favorite memory
