chasin' whiskey
julie roberts
that isolating fan is moving left to right
like it's mocking me for coming here again last night
i slide from under your arm
you're still out stone cold
as i fumble through the twisted sheets looking for my clothes
i step over that spot on your hardwood floor
the one that always squeaks when i'm sneaking out your door
some don't need anything but i end up here
searching for comfort for this burnout can't soothe
chasing my whiskey with you
i call up my sister and tell her
i'll wait here by the curb
but i know all bets are off when i've had too much
with an empty shot glass on a budweiser coaster
staring at my cell phone as closing time gets closer
some don't need anything but i end up here
searching for comfort for this burnout i can't soothe
chasing my whiskey with you
every time is the last time
til the next time rolls around
i'll trade lonely for a regret
some don't need anything but i end up here
searching for comfort for this burnout i can't soothe
chasing my whiskey with you
chasing my whiskey with you