Whiskey Bottle
I wake up, three AM
A little bit drunk, so we'll do it again
I look over your side of the bed
Your pillows there but you're still gone
I'm still workin' at movin' on
I'm tired of singin' the same old song
If my left hand could be in your right
I'd never let go for the rest of my life
Your cherry lips, they taste so fine
It's hard to believe I once called them mine
Yeah, I've tried to let go, I've been revvin' for show
But my heart won't let up on the throttle
And if these arms could you hold like they wanna
They wouldn't keep reachin' for that Whiskey bottle
I'm not livin' in the past
I know you're gone, you're not comin' back
But it's those memories that I can't bear to lose
So I close my eyes and see your smile
And think about if we went that extra mile
Yeah, I'm gonna stay here for a little while
If my left hand could be in your right
I'd never let go for the rest of my life
Your cherry lips, they taste so fine
It's hard to believe I once called them mine
Yeah, I've tried to let go, I've been revvin' for show
But my heart won't let up on the throttle
And if these arms could you hold like they wanna
They wouldn't keep reachin' for that Whiskey bottle
If my left hand could be in your right
I'd never let go for the rest of my life
Your cherry lips, they taste so fine
It's hard to believe I once called them mine
Yeah, I've tried to let go, I've been revvin' for show
But my heart won't let up on the throttle
And if these arms could you hold like they wanna
They wouldn't keep reaching for that Whiskey bottle
A little bit drunk, so we'll do it again
I look over your side of the bed
Your pillows there but you're still gone
I'm still workin' at movin' on
I'm tired of singin' the same old song
If my left hand could be in your right
I'd never let go for the rest of my life
Your cherry lips, they taste so fine
It's hard to believe I once called them mine
Yeah, I've tried to let go, I've been revvin' for show
But my heart won't let up on the throttle
And if these arms could you hold like they wanna
They wouldn't keep reachin' for that Whiskey bottle
I'm not livin' in the past
I know you're gone, you're not comin' back
But it's those memories that I can't bear to lose
So I close my eyes and see your smile
And think about if we went that extra mile
Yeah, I'm gonna stay here for a little while
If my left hand could be in your right
I'd never let go for the rest of my life
Your cherry lips, they taste so fine
It's hard to believe I once called them mine
Yeah, I've tried to let go, I've been revvin' for show
But my heart won't let up on the throttle
And if these arms could you hold like they wanna
They wouldn't keep reachin' for that Whiskey bottle
If my left hand could be in your right
I'd never let go for the rest of my life
Your cherry lips, they taste so fine
It's hard to believe I once called them mine
Yeah, I've tried to let go, I've been revvin' for show
But my heart won't let up on the throttle
And if these arms could you hold like they wanna
They wouldn't keep reaching for that Whiskey bottle
Credits
Writer(s): Andrew 'marty' Martino, Ryan Langdon, Jim Witter
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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