This bottle of whiskey
Is one hour old
Three quarters empty
And numbin' my soul
On my way to oblivion
And damn near to bliss
This bottle of whiskey
Forget my regrets
I can't pinpoint
The exact point
That it all went wrong
Things were said and
Done that can't be
Easily come back from
We weren't suppose to
Turn out like
Strangers all alone
I think bliss is a myth
Ya know what?
Fuck happiness
This bottle of whiskey
Is one hour old
Three quarters empty
And numbin' my soul
On my way to oblivion
And damn near to bliss
This bottle of whiskey
Forget my regrets
I try to forget
All of my regrets
They haunt me
Day and night
My heart wasn't free
My love came with strings
I made you earn everything
I could run from the pain
Start again never change
Or surrender to the flames
I know bliss is a myth
You know what?
You have to die to yourself
This bottle of whiskey
Is one hour old
Three quarters empty
And numbin' my soul
On my way to oblivion
And damn near to bliss
This bottle of whiskey
Forget my regrets
Bottle of bliss
Bottle of regrets
Bottle of bliss
Bottle of regrets
Bottle of bliss
Bottle of regrets
Bottle of bliss
Bottle of regrets
This bottle of whiskey
Is one hour old
Three quarters empty
And numbin' my soul
On my way to oblivion
And damn near to bliss
This bottle of whiskey
Forget my regrets
This bottle of whiskey
Fucked happiness