Stupid static buzzing in through the stereo Smoke blowing in through the patio I'm right where I was just a week ago Bartender sliding me a double Of Jameson, strong, something I've been missing Got me feeling good and believeing Believing I'm forgetting the taste The burn, the sting of you leaving
I'm right where you left me At the bottom of the bottle
Now I'm drunk, like a fireball lighting me up Put it to my lips and I feel that rush Letting 80 proof do what it does And I'm high, it's rocking me through the night Keeping me warm, holding me so tight Finally feeling fine, and then it hits me I wish you were the whiskey
Straight up waiting by the door when I get off It's a sure thing I can count on The truth is coming out a litttle more And more with every shot
I should've known better Than to run to the bottle
Now I'm drunk, like a fireball lighting me up Put it to my lips and I feel that rush Letting 80 proof do what it does And I'm high, it's rocking me through the night Keeping me warm, holding me so tight Finally feeling fine, and then it hits me I wish you were the whiskey
Yeah, the whiskey, yeah, oh The whiskey, yeah, the whiskey, yeah
Well, now I'm all alone And your memory is hanging over I should've known better than to think I could trade one for the other
Now I'm drunk, like a fireball lighting me up Put it to my lips and I feel that rush Letting 80 proof do what it does And I'm high, it's rocking me through the night Keeping me warm, holding me so tight Finally feeling fine, and then it hits me I wish you were the whiskey
Yeah, the whiskey, yeah, oh The whiskey, yeah, the whiskey, yeah