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