Whiskey My Old Friend
Sometimes it hurts, thinkin' how it used be
All those times I let you in, knowin' you're no good for me
And yeah, I know we've had some good times
But when I have a little too much it always turns into a fight
And yeah, it's true I thought about pickin' you up again
There's an angel on my left but the one to my right, sayin' come on baby just one more night
So, I open that door, knowin' damn well tomorrow when you're gone
I'll be feelin' like hell wondering why
That taste on my lips has a hold on me
I should've put you down you're like a disease but lately
I've been letting you in, whiskey my old friend
I know they say I should go and get some help
Lock you up, put you away, high on, on to that shelf
But there's this ghost, saying I got what you need
Fighting those voices, I still bring you back, right back into my reach
So, I open that door, knowin' damn well tomorrow when you're gone
I'll be feelin' like hell wondering why
That taste on my lips has a hold on me
I should've put you down you're like a disease but lately
I've been letting you in, whiskey my old friend
So, I open that door, knowin' damn well tomorrow when you're gone
I'll be feelin' like hell wondering why
That taste on my lips has a hold on me
I should've put you down you're like a disease but lately
I've been letting you in, whiskey my old friend
All those times I let you in, knowin' you're no good for me
And yeah, I know we've had some good times
But when I have a little too much it always turns into a fight
And yeah, it's true I thought about pickin' you up again
There's an angel on my left but the one to my right, sayin' come on baby just one more night
So, I open that door, knowin' damn well tomorrow when you're gone
I'll be feelin' like hell wondering why
That taste on my lips has a hold on me
I should've put you down you're like a disease but lately
I've been letting you in, whiskey my old friend
I know they say I should go and get some help
Lock you up, put you away, high on, on to that shelf
But there's this ghost, saying I got what you need
Fighting those voices, I still bring you back, right back into my reach
So, I open that door, knowin' damn well tomorrow when you're gone
I'll be feelin' like hell wondering why
That taste on my lips has a hold on me
I should've put you down you're like a disease but lately
I've been letting you in, whiskey my old friend
So, I open that door, knowin' damn well tomorrow when you're gone
I'll be feelin' like hell wondering why
That taste on my lips has a hold on me
I should've put you down you're like a disease but lately
I've been letting you in, whiskey my old friend
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Writer(s): Jenna Hufford
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