I drank a little too much again
My daddy thinks I have too many friends
Whiskey’s a harsh mistress. Doesn’t let you go home alone
I’m staring at the ceiling. Feel like my covers been blown
I’ve got a pit in my stomach you say I just need some rest
I don’t think so honey, but I think you’re the best

You’re here every sunday telling me i’m your woman.
I tell you i don’t belong, tell you i was born broken.
I’m your weekend lover, say what you want to hear.
You look me in the eyes, you whisper in my ear

You tell me love is for the weak. I say alcoholism’s for lovers
Pour me a drink. She told me i don’t need another.
You say that you’ll never beg, but you’re pleading with me.
I’m like telling you what i want. You’re telling me what i need.

She says he likes me better. I tell her she can have him.
My mom says I shouldn’t keep on. I only know bad men.
But he always drinks too much, and i think that’s romantic.
He takes me by the hand and tells me i don’t need to panic.

You say i shouldn’t drive. I say pretty girls don’t have to.
You open up your eyes. i think i’m too temperamental for you.
You taste like my favorite cigarettes, and I taste like blood.
I tell you i want to go home. you say you want me so much.