I'll come home tomorrow, when the hate has left your eyes
You'll find the bottom of a bottle and become what I despise
Well, I'll leave you here, with nothing clear, but the pain in my heart
Before I've even left the room, I know you'll have to start
So, drink your whiskey down
Drink your whiskey down
I'll not beg to borrow the things you promised me
You left me nothing but sorrow, and the thought of what cannot be
You're all alone, yea all alone, you and your desperate mind
Your heart grows old, your hands grow cold, but the bottle you will find
So, drink your whiskey down
Drink your whiskey down
Drink your oh drink your, drink your whiskey down
I'll be by tomorrow, though we both know I should be gone
You'll still be holding that bottle in this house that cannot be a home
Well, I'll leave you here, with nothing clear, but the pain in my heart
Before I've even left the room, I know you'll have to start
So, drink your whiskey down
Drink your whiskey down
Drink your, oh drink your, drink your whiskey down