Mitch Rossell Why I Drink
Red wine's never been my thing, but it's filling my glass
A bittersweet reminder of what I had
She used to sip it on the sofa
And slide a little closer when the buzz kicked in
She'd give me that look and she'd lean in
That's why I drink, that's why I drink this stuff
This Diamond Creek Cabernet
Is what she loves
And I miss the taste of her lips so much
That's why I drink, that's why I drink this stuff
Said it was made in California, and she loved the coast
Last time I took her out there, I made a toast
I said here's to forever, you and me together
I still see her smile
So in my mind, I'll go back there tonight
That's why I drink, that's why I drink this stuff
This Diamond Creek Cabernet
Is what she loves
And I miss the taste of her lips so much
That's why I drink, that's why I drink this stuff
That's why I drink, that's why I drink this stuff
This Diamond Creek cabernet
Is what she loves
And I miss the taste of her lips so much
That's why I drink, that's why I drink this stuff