Damn Strait

GEORGIA

Trouble With A Heartbreak

(Verse 1)
There’s a bottle on the table,
And your name in every drop.
I swore I’d quit remembering—
But some nights, I just can’t stop.

Your voice pours through the silence,
Like a song I used to know,
Burnin’ slow behind my ribs,
Where love and bourbon go.

(Chorus)
No ice tonight—just whiskey neat,
I want it raw, like my defeat.
No mixer dulling what I’ve done,
Just amber truth and setting sun.
Some call it healing, some call it hell—
I call it you. I drink it well.

(Verse 2)
Your boots still echo down these halls,
A ghost with dirt and alcohol.
The wound still bleeds from shattered glass,
From what we broke and couldn’t mask.

No chaser now for what we’ve been,
Just raw regret beneath my skin.
Your name goes down with heat and bite,
A taste of truth I take each night.

(Chorus)
No ice tonight—just whiskey neat,
I want it raw, like my defeat.
No mixer dulling what I’ve done,
Just amber truth and setting sun.
Some call it healing, some call it hell—
I call it you. I drink it well.

(Bridge)
You’re the flame I can’t put out.
The burn I’ve tried to live without.
Each sip’s a cut I can’t undo—
But damn if it don’t taste like you.

(Chorus)
No ice tonight—just whiskey neat,
I want it raw, like my defeat.
Still chasing ghosts I know too well—
I call it you. And I drink it well.

(Final Chorus)
No ice tonight—just whiskey neat,
‘Cause drowning slow is bittersweet.
No mixer now—I need it true,
The painful taste of missing you.
Then wash you down with a bitter shot—
I know you’re gone…But you’re clearly not.

Cowboys and Angels

Dustin Lynch

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