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Priscilla Block

Wish You Were The Whiskey

 

Wish You Were The Whiskey

(album: Welcome To The Block Party - 2022)


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, the strong something I've been missing
Got me feeling good and believing
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 little 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's hanging over
I should've known better than to think I could trade one for the other

And 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

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