Whiskey and remorse
Two friends of mine, of course
They like nothing more than to show up at my door
When I think that I'm doing fine
Taking one day at a time
They show up to remind me of my faults
Whiskey and remorse
Two friends of mine, by choice
They like nothing more, to discuss my flaws
Lately I'm struggling
Lord knows I'm struggling
No one sees but I'm struggling to drown them out
So you go, you go
Cause I don't want you no more
Yes, I've shown you the door
You reach out like I owe you something
But I don't owe you shit
Cause I've shown you the door
Cause I've shown you the door
I've shown you, no
I've shown you, oh
I've shown you the door
Till the words have no meaning no more
I've shown you the door
Oh, I've shown you the door
I've shown you, no
I've shown you, oh
I've shown you the door
I've shown you the door
I've shown you the door
I've shown you, oh
I've shown you, oh
I've shown you the door
Till the words have no meaning no more
