Whiskey drips off of my lip
it's sweeter than a kiss
and it hurts a whole lot less
and it hurts a whole lot less

The sweat pours down my brow and chest
I ache I must confess
and it hurts a whole lot less
and it hurts a whole lot less

My hands they shake in writhing pain
I write my mind to rest
and it hurts a whole lot less
and it hurts a whole lot less

The thoughts I crave I tossed away
I lie to myself at its best
and it hurts a whole lot less
and it hurts a whole lot less

I lock myself in darker cells
than nightfall could attest
and it hurts a whole lot less
and it hurts a whole lot less

Than to think of you
and what you do
on a night like this