Five Gallons of Whiskey

I can tell you that I'm leaving
But I'm probably not gonna go
My friends tell me that I'm the problem
The bitch of it is that I know

I bury my face under this hood here
'Cause I wear my feelings on my sleeve
If your love is some kind of religion
Can you teach me how to believe

'Cause you know I'll let you down
Oh oh oh
I'm not fitting in this crown
Oh oh oh
I Should have listened, made a sound
Oh oh oh
But you won't finish 'til
We've drowned

I'm not gonna tell you that I'm leaving
'Cause you'll put me on the floor
My friends spit truth and I'm the treason
Why'd I keep on coming back for more

I bury my face under this hood here
As I play my feelings on repeat
If your love is some kind of religion
Can you teach me how to believe

'Cause you know I'll let you down
Oh oh oh
I'm not fitting in this crown
Oh oh oh
I Should have listened, made a sound
Oh oh oh
But you won't finish 'til we've drowned
Oh oh oh

Aileen
'Cause you know I'll let you down



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Writer(s): Thieves Of Paradise
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