All my plans and all my schemes

All my hopes and all my dreams

Tell me, how does all of that

Fit into a shot glass?

My first kiss, my first car

"Amazing grace" on my first guitar

Tell me, how does all of that

Fit into a shot glass?

It ain't that big, it seems so small

Still somehow it holds it all

So here's to you and my checkered past

I'm gonna shoot it down and not look back.

All her love, her daydream eyes

Her first hello, her last goodbye

Tell me, how does all of that

Fit into a shot glass?

It ain't that wide, it ain't that tall

Still somehow it holds it all

So here's to you and my broken past

I'm gonna shoot it down and not look back.

Daddy's gun, mama's silver cross

That part of me that just got lost

Tell me, how does all of that

Fit into a shot glass?

Tell me, how did all of that

Fit into a shot glass?