Sometimes it hurts, thinkin' how it used be All those times I let you in, knowin' you're no good for me And yeah, I know we've had some good times But when I have a little too much it always turns into a fight And yeah, it's true I thought about pickin' you up again There's an angel on my left but the one to my right, sayin' come on baby just one more night
So, I open that door, knowin' damn well tomorrow when you're gone I'll be feelin' like hell wondering why That taste on my lips has a hold on me I should've put you down you're like a disease but lately I've been letting you in, whiskey my old friend
I know they say I should go and get some help Lock you up, put you away, high on, on to that shelf But there's this ghost, saying I got what you need Fighting those voices, I still bring you back, right back into my reach
So, I open that door, knowin' damn well tomorrow when you're gone I'll be feelin' like hell wondering why That taste on my lips has a hold on me I should've put you down you're like a disease but lately I've been letting you in, whiskey my old friend
So, I open that door, knowin' damn well tomorrow when you're gone I'll be feelin' like hell wondering why That taste on my lips has a hold on me I should've put you down you're like a disease but lately I've been letting you in, whiskey my old friendTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.