Bitter Whiskey Confession

I’ve been sitting here alone tonight,

with your memory by my side.

Every glass I raise to forget you

only brings you back alive.

The jukebox plays the same old sorrow,

the kind a man can’t hide.

And every drink that burns my throat

still tastes like wounded pride.

So pour me one more bitter whiskey,

let it cut me nice and slow.

I’m not drinking to remember,

I’m drinking so I won’t go back to begging at your doorway,

back to needing you once more.

Pour me one more bitter whiskey,

then leave the bottle on the floor.

They say a man should keep his honor,

not cry over goodbye.

But there are nights the heart gets heavy

and the truth gets hard to lie.

I told my friends that I don’t miss you,

that I’m better on my own.

But the mirror knows I’m broken,

and this barroom knows I’m alone.

So pour me one more bitter whiskey,

let it cut me nice and slow.

I’m not drinking to remember,

I’m drinking so I won’t go back to begging at your doorway,

back to needing you once more.

Pour me one more bitter whiskey,

then leave the bottle on the floor.

Maybe tomorrow I’ll be stronger.

Maybe tomorrow I’ll be free.

But tonight I’m just a fool with your ghost sitting next to

me.

So pour me one more bitter whiskey,

let it burn away her name.

If the bottle cannot save me,

at least it understands my pain.

I won’t call her,

I won’t chase her,

I won’t crawl back anymore.

Pour me one more bitter whiskey,

then leave the bottle on the floor.

Leave the bottle on the floor.

I don’t love her anymore.

At least that’s what I’m drinking for.