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 and 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
But still somehow, it holds it all
So here's to you and my checkered past
Gonna shoot it down and not look back
All her love, her daydream eyes
Her first hello, her last goodbye
Now tell me how does all of that
Fit into a shot glass
It ain't that wide, it ain't that tall
But still somehow, it holds it all
So here's to you and my broken past
Gonna shoot it down and not look back
Daddy's gun, mama's silver cross
And that part of me that just got lost
Now tell me how does all of that
Fit into a shot glass
Now tell me how did all of that
Fit into a shot glass
Fit into a shot glass
