"Whiskey and Regrets" is a melancholic ballad about heartbreak, loss, and the struggle to move on. The song paints a picture of someone drowning their sorrow in whiskey, using the drink as both a companion and a way to cope with the pain of a love that didn’t last. Each sip brings back memories, regrets, and unanswered questions, as the protagonist reflects on the promises that faded and the lingering presence of a lost love.

Despite knowing they should let go, they find themselves stuck in the cycle of drinking and reminiscing, unable to escape the ghosts of the past. The song’s haunting melodies and poetic lyrics capture the raw emotion of longing and the bittersweet burn of both whiskey and regret.

"Whiskey and Regrets"

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[Intro]
Whiskey on the table, memories in the air,
Every sip is a story, every drop a despair.
The night’s a little colder, the room’s a little dim,
It’s just me and my regrets, drinking on a whim.

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[Verse 1]
You said forever, but forever didn’t stay,
Your promises faded, like the light of day.
Now the bottle’s my companion, the glass my only friend,
I’m drowning in the silence, praying it will end.

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[Chorus]
Whiskey and regrets, they burn me the same,
A fire in my chest, but no one to blame.
I raise a toast to the past, to the lessons it gave,
Whiskey and regrets, they take what I crave.

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[Verse 2]
Your laughter still lingers, a ghost in my head,
A melody of sorrow, in a song I never said.
Each drop’s a confession, each tear’s a plea,
For the love that once was, and the life that could be.

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[Chorus]
Whiskey and regrets, they burn me the same,
A fire in my chest, but no one to blame.
I raise a toast to the past, to the lessons it gave,
Whiskey and regrets, they take what I crave.

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[Bridge]
Someday I’ll leave this table, someday I’ll let go,
But tonight the whiskey tells me things I’ll never know.
Your shadow’s in my glass, your voice is in the air,
And I’m lost in the echoes of a love beyond repair.

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[Final Chorus]
Whiskey and regrets, they burn me the same,
A fire in my chest, but no one to blame.
I raise a toast to the past, to the lessons it gave,
Whiskey and regrets, they take what I crave.

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[Outro]
The bottle’s running empty, the night fades to gray,
But the regrets still linger, as the whiskey slips away.
One last drop, one last sigh,
Whiskey and regrets, until I learn to say goodbye.

Whiskey and Regrets

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Peter is a member of STEF (The Performing Rights Society of Iceland) and FTT (The Icelandic Society of Authors & Composers).
He has made around or more than 15 thousand music works, 7 thousand poems and 5 thousand landscape paintings...

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