That us-laden thing is movin' left to right,
Like it's mockin' me for comin' here again last night.
I slide from under your arm: you're still out stone cold,
As I fumble through the twisted sheets lookin' for my clothes.
I step over that spot on your hardwood floor,
The one that always squeaks when I'm sneakin' out your door.
Some use water, others use beer;
Some don't need anything but I end up here,
Searchin' for comfort for this burn I can't soothe,
Chasin' my whiskey with you.
I call up my sister an' tell her: 'Don't say a word.
'You know where I am. I'll wait here by the kerb.'
Just like an addiction, well, I try to give you up,
But I know all bets are off when I've had too much.
With an empty shot glass on a Budweiser coaster,
Starin' at myself, oh, as closin' time gets closer.
Some use water, others use beer;
Some don't need anything but I end up here,
Searchin' for comfort for this burn I can't soothe,
Chasin' my whiskey with you.
Every time is the last time,
Till the next time rolls around.
I'll trade lonely for regret,
It's easier to drown.
Some use water, others use beer;
Some don't need anything but I end up here,
Searchin' for comfort for this burn I can't soothe,
Chasin' my whiskey with you.
Chasin' my whiskey with you.
