She said this is your last chance I spend more time in the bottle than in our bed She got mad Tires burning hotter than The whiskey did When she found it in my cup again Oh lord I shoulda quit Before she did
If I'da held her like I hold my liquor She wouldn't be holding on to someone new I wouldn't be here if I'da just gone with her Instead of sitting sipping on 100 proof So I find another bar stool I could blame her but the cold truth Is if I held her like I hold my liquor She wouldn't be holding on to someone, someone new Wouldn't be holding on to someone, someone new
Bad day She pulling out the drive way Can't make her stay When I got another shot to chase Just me Flipping off a Jim Beam Pour another stiff drink Drowning out her memory Oh lord I shoulda quit Before she did
If I'da held her like I hold my liquor She wouldn't be holding on to someone new I wouldn't be here if I'da just gone with her Instead of sitting sipping on 100 proof So I find another bar stool I could blame her but the cold truth Is if I held her like I hold my liquor She wouldn't be holding on to someone, someone new She wouldn't be holding on to someone, someone new
Wouldn't be holding on to someone, someone new She said this is your last chance I spend more time in the bottle than in our bed
If I'da held her like I hold my liquor She wouldn't be holding on to someone new I wouldn't be here if I'da just gone with her Instead of sitting sipping on 100 proof So I find another bar stool I could blame her but the cold truth Is if I held her like I hold my liquor She wouldn't be holding on to someone, someone new Wouldn't be holding on to someone, someone new She wouldn't be holding on to someone, someone new
Compositor: Andrew Baylis / Conor Matthews / Sean Haywood