Whiskey

Lyrics

BOTTLE FULL OF PROBLEMS [Intro — lonely piano, distant electric guitar] Yeah… I keep telling myself tomorrow I’ll change, But tomorrow keeps looking like yesterday. And I’m tired, man… [Verse 1 — slow, gritty] I put my problems in a bottle, tried to drink ’em away, Thought the whiskey could wash all the memories away, But it only helped for a moment, then the silence got loud, And every regret that I buried came crawling back out. I’ve said sorry to people that I hurt on the way, Said “I love you” too late, watched ’em walk away, Got a heart full of scars and a head full of shame, And I keep blaming my demons when I know I’m to blame. Mama told me, “Son, you’re better than this,” But I traded my peace for a temporary fix, Now the mirror knows a man that I don’t recognize, Got a bottle in my hand and a tear in my eye. [Pre-Chorus — guitar starts rising] I ain’t drinking ’cause I love the taste, I’m drinking ’cause I hate this place, Inside my head where the past won’t die, So I drown it every night just to wake up dry. [Chorus — full drums + electric guitar] I put my problems in a bottle, Tried to drink ’em away, But it only helped for a moment, Then they came back the next day. I can numb the pain, But I can’t erase the regret, I can lose myself in the bottom, But I ain’t found peace yet. So here’s another night, Another lie I tell myself, Saying this’ll be the last one, While I’m reaching for the shelf. I put my problems in a bottle, But the bottle ain’t the cure— It just makes me forget for a minute What I’m hurting for. [Verse 2 — drums pull back, piano underneath] I remember every promise that I broke when I left, Every time somebody loved me and I gave ’em my mess, I was running from the hurt, but the hurt knew my name, You can change your damn location, can’t outrun your mistakes. Got pictures in my phone that I don’t wanna see, Old friends, old love, old versions of me, And sometimes I miss the man I was trying to become, Before I learned how to hide from the things I had done. I ain’t proud of these nights, I ain’t proud of these scars, I just know I’ve been fighting With myself in the dark. And if Heaven’s got a door for a man like me, I hope somebody up there still believes I can be free. [Bridge — piano alone, vocal cracks] Maybe I don’t need another bottle… Maybe I need somebody to hear me. Maybe all these years of saying “I’m fine” Was the reason nobody came near me. I don’t wanna die inside this pain, I don’t wanna wake up hungover from yesterday, I wanna look my children in the eyes someday And tell ’em I finally found another way. [Final Chorus — huge drums, distorted electric guitar] I put my problems in a bottle, Tried to drink ’em away, But it only helped for a moment, Then they came back the next day. I can numb the pain, But I can’t erase the regret, I can lose myself in the bottom, But I ain’t found peace yet. So here’s another night— But tonight I’m putting it down, I’ve been running from my demons, Now I’m turning back around. I put my problems in a bottle, Thought that bottle was my friend, But it never fixed my broken heart— It just helped me break it again. [Outro — piano + fading electric guitar] I put my problems in a bottle… But tonight… I’m pouring ’em out.