Your Drinkin’, My Problem Carly Pearce
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[Verse 1]
4 AM, stumbled to the bedroom again
‘Cause I know where you're going, you won't say where ya been
It was the bloodshot eyes that gave it away
Yeah, it's never my tab, but I always pay
[Chorus]
Your whiskey, my headache
Your good time, my heartbreak
I'm stone cold sober, wakin' up hungover
Your party, my last call
Your first shot, my last straw
You're hittin' that bottle while I’m hittin' rock bottom
I wish you'd quit makin' your drinkin' my problem
[Verse 2]
Must be nice sleepin' 'til 11 o'clock, like a rock
You lie to my face, not an ounce of shame in your walk
Oh, for the sake of my health, let's say that we're donе
'Cause I feel like hell еvery time you get drunk
[Chorus]
Your whiskey, my headache
Your good time, my heartbreak
I'm stone cold sober, wakin' up hungover
Your party, my last call
Your first shot, my last straw
You're hittin' that bottle while I'm hittin' rock bottom
I wish you'd quit makin' your drinkin' my problem
4 AM, stumbled to the bedroom again
‘Cause I know where you're going, you won't say where ya been
It was the bloodshot eyes that gave it away
Yeah, it's never my tab, but I always pay
[Chorus]
Your whiskey, my headache
Your good time, my heartbreak
I'm stone cold sober, wakin' up hungover
Your party, my last call
Your first shot, my last straw
You're hittin' that bottle while I’m hittin' rock bottom
I wish you'd quit makin' your drinkin' my problem
[Verse 2]
Must be nice sleepin' 'til 11 o'clock, like a rock
You lie to my face, not an ounce of shame in your walk
Oh, for the sake of my health, let's say that we're donе
'Cause I feel like hell еvery time you get drunk
[Chorus]
Your whiskey, my headache
Your good time, my heartbreak
I'm stone cold sober, wakin' up hungover
Your party, my last call
Your first shot, my last straw
You're hittin' that bottle while I'm hittin' rock bottom
I wish you'd quit makin' your drinkin' my problem
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