Losing My Grip

I saw her in town, walking around,

With what seems a new love that she's found.

I took another sip, as I felt my heart rip.

I can't let go, but I'm getting better

At losing my grip.

Someone mentions her name and I go insane.

It seems funny but I can't place the blame.

I take another sip, as I feel my mind slip.

I can't let go, but I'm getting better

At losing my grip.

Losing my grip, I'm losing my grip.

I must be losing my grip.

Though she is gone, I can't let go,

But I'm getting better, so much better

At losing my grip.

This bottle of wine is a good friend of mine.

I can grasp it's long neck just fine.

I take another sip, as I feel my heart rip.

I can't let go, but I'm getting better

At losing my grip.

My heart's now in shreds, the wine's gone to my head.

I stare at her picture through eyes blurred and red.

I take another sip, as I feel my mind slip.

I can't let go, but I'm getting better

At losing my grip.

Losing my grip, I'm losing my grip.

I must be losing my grip.

Though she is gone, I can't let go,

But I'm getting better, so much better

At losing my grip.

Though she is gone, I can't let go,

But I'm getting better at losing my grip.

I'm getting better at losing my grip.