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?