I've been thinking too much lately, that my baby's gone and maybe
I could rest my weary head and let her go, but we all acting crazy on the days the moon is lazy
I can't seem to let that one fuckin' go
Up on that old whiskey shelf where there's a bottle that stares me down
And I can't figure out what it's trying to say
Well I know this
It was wrong and babe you are, well, sometimes you're right and I've done wrong
I'd love to make it right
I've done wrong
I just can't seem to get it right
Peace and quiet lately, comes with a price baby
They'll just sacrifice a finger with my knife
Yea I'm taking down that old whiskey shelf
Cut my hand on the bottle that scared me out of my shell and broke my trust against this world
We could run and hide and I'm not gonna act surprised
When you sneak up right behind me with my knife
Tell me a few more times
Cause babe u know
That my mind is sinking real low with the patterns in the clouds and the night is on its way
But we haven't found our ground. I've done wrong
I just can't fucking get it right
Up on that ol' whiskey shelf... up on that ol' whiskey shelf