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