This ain't the kind of hurt you drink away
This ain't the kind of pain you medicate
Here I am again lying on the floor
Like I've been to many times before
Oh this life will be the death of me
Always clearer through the bottom of a glass
When I sober up it hits me
And I know that you don't miss me
So I pour a little whisky and let it pass
Oh and it burns
But it keeps me warm in ways you never could
Just ain't as good
What should I do
When I wake up her alone and I face the truth
I'm just a fool
Hungover you Hungover You
Girl, you don't know but I'm a sight to see
I've got friends checking up on me
Trying to pull me out of this here bar
Trying to get me back on my guitar
And every now and then I play a few
And it takes me back but the feeling never lasts
'Cos when I play that song it hits me
That one line always gets me
So I pour a little whisky and let it pass
Oh and it burns
But it keeps me warm in ways you never could
Baby, it just ain't as good
Oh what should I do
When I wake up her alone and I face the truth
I'm just a fool
Hungover you Hungover You
Oh this life will be the death of me
Always clearer through the bottom of a glass
When I sober up it hits me
And I know that you don't miss me
So I pour a little whisky and let it pass
So I pour a little whisky and let it pass
So I pour a little whisky and let it pass
Hungover you Hungover You