You're like rye whiskey You make me sick You're like rye whiskey I always ask for it I'm always drunk at a bar when I look at my phone You're still my top number and I'm still alone I'm still drinking, you're still drinking Ourselves to death You lied to me again when I never lied to you When it was time for you to leave you almost didn't come through And now I drink for different reasons, different people They always come through You're like rye whiskey You make me sick You're like rye whiskey I always ask for it You're like rye whiskey You make me sick You're like rye whiskey I always ask for it and it's sick