Last night I left the kitchen singing fulsome prison bluesI'd been up doing the dishes, drinking whiskey like we used toYou were Johnny, I was June, we'd fix it all up with a tuneI was a fool for thinking this would be that easyBaby, I'm still learning how to lose youLike the kickback from a smoking gun, it takes some getting used toAnd I can't un-pull the trigger, I can't make you callAnd the evening's gone, I can't make you callThese ghosts I treat like lovers ain't been helping me at allI stay up all night for fear of talking in my sleepCause if I dream about your memory, I'll just beg you not to leaveAnd the mornings don't bring me sleepNot like you could doWhen I would only ever brave the day by waking up with youCause baby, I'm still learning how to lose youLike the kickback from a smoking gun, it takes some getting used toAnd I can't un-pull the triggerI can't make you callAnd these ghosts I treat like lovers ain't been helping me at allNow I'm months from where I startedBut no further down the road I've come to see youThey said, find yourself a new manI'm just doing what I'm toldBut he's the dreads down in my coffeeHe's settled and he's coldYeah, he gets me out of bedBut man, it tastes like getting oldCause baby, I'm still learning how to lose youLike the kickback from a smoking gun, it takes some getting used toAnd I can't un-pull the triggerI can't make you callAnd these ghosts I treat like lovers ain't been helping me at allBaby, I'm still learning how to lose youBaby, I'm still learning how to lose youI'm still learning how to lose you Baby, I'm still learning how to lose youBaby, I'm still learning how to lose you*