whiskey ain't the type

You ever sat and wondered why
You do the things you do
Ain't no devil make you do em
Hell you never told the truth
You've been staring at that bottle
Like it's got something to say
But you know better
Whiskey ain't the type to beg you to stay
You swore you'd put the glass down
You swore you'd let it be
But there you sit another night
Just making a fool of me
So tell me are you proud of all the bridges that you've burnt
Do you pour that glass to kill the pain or just to make it worse
There ain't no use in praying cause you're far from saving
Since you've lost all self control
I guess that's why that bottle always felt like home
For all times you said you'd call
But let the number ring
You said you'd fix it in the morning
But see the morning never came
Now you're tracing every mistake
Like they're traces in the dirt
All the things you never mentioned
Makes the silence even worse
You swore you'd put the glass down
You swore you'd let it be
But there you sit another night
Just making a fool of me
So tell me are you proud of all the bridges that you've burnt
Do you pour that glass to kill the pain or just to make it worse
There ain't no use in praying cause you're far from saving
Since you've lost all self control
I guess that's why that bottle always felt like home
Felt like home
Always felt like home