4AM
It was the bloodshot eyes
That gave it away
Yeah, it's never my tab
But I always paint your whiskey
In my head
Your good time
My heartbreak
While I'm stone cold sober
Waking up all over your party
My last night
It's called your first shot
My last straw
Where you're hitting that bottle
While I'm hitting rock bottom
I wish you quit making your drinking
My problem
Must be nice
Sleeping till eleven o'clock
Like a rock
You light up my face
Not an ounce of shame in your walk
And all for the sake of my health
Let's say that we're done
Cause I feel like hell
Every time you get your
I love your whiskey
In my head
Your good time
My heartbreak
While I'm stone cold sober
Waking up all over your party
9 last call
Your first shot
Your last straw
While I'm coffee
While you're hitting rock bottom
I wish you quit making your drinking
My problem
Yes, I do!
90 0 7
Where you can count on me
Count me out, be your next around
Cause you're living it up, it's bringing me down
Your whiskey, my headache
Your good time, my heartbreak
I'm so cold, sober, waking up, I'm over your party
My last call, your first shot
My last straw, when you're hitting that bottle
While I'm hitting rock bottom
I wish you'd quit making your drinking my problem
Yeah, I wish you'd quit making your drinking my problem
Yeah, my problem