Darling, you seen me at my worst…
Broke down and run to seed but still these first things first,
Like how you always find,
In a feeling as sublime,
As whiskey love,
It tells me you’re the same.
Asleep while outside the sun it glows,
Warm dreams of Irish things shots lined up in a row,
I recall a childhood rhyme,
And suddenly I’m feeling fine,
Seems this whiskey love,
Chased me through my mind.
I swore the last time,
That before I took another drink,
I’d die and so I slowly go
Just where that whiskey takes me.
You’re a friend that’ll help me down these stairs,
Tuck me in turn off the light when no one else there cares.
And as I slowly simplify,
One last friend to see me dying
Of this whiskey love,
That stayed true to the end.
This whiskey love…
This whiskey love…
This whiskey love…
