your whiskey

golden tone from a white oak barrel

twelve years old

way up on the self

ninety proof stamped on that label

tear it off

and wearing nothing else

wish it was me you were coming home to

me helping what you're going through

that burning thing you love anticipating

wish i took the edge off the pain

wish i put a smile on your face

in the middle of the day

it's me you're missing

i wish i was your whiskey

i'm lying wide awake and sober

and you're dying from that aching in your head

no

i'd never leave your heart hungover

but you're filling up on something else instead

wish it was me you were coming home to

me helping what you're going through

that burning thing you love anticipating

wish i took the edge off the pain

wish i put a smile on your face

in the middle of the day

it's me you're missing

i'd be the glass pressed against your lips

what your hands touch every night

hell

i'd even be that cube of ice

wish it was me you were coming home to

me helping what you're going through

that burning thing you love anticipating

wish i took the edge off the pain

wish i put a smile on your face

in the middle of the day

it's me you're missing

i wish i was your whiskey

yeah

your whiskey