Your Drinkin’, My Problem (Live From Music City)

Your Drinkin’, My Problem (Live From Music City) - Carly Pearce

Lyrics by：Carly Pearce/Nicolle Galyon/Sasha Sloan/Ben West

Composed by：Carly Pearce/Nicolle Galyon/Sasha Sloan/Ben West

Four A M stumbled to the bedroom again

'Cause I know where you're goin' you won't say where you've been

It was the bloodshot eyes that gave it away

Yeah it's never my tab but I always pay

Your whiskey my headache

Your good time my heartbreak

I'm stone cold sober wakin' up hungover

Your party my last call

Your first shot my last straw

You're hittin' that bottle while I'm hittin' rock bottom

I wish you'd quit makin' your drinkin' my problem

Ow

Must be nice sleepin' 'til eleven o'clock like a rock

You lie to my face

Not an ounce of shame in your walk

Ow

And then of course the sake of my health

Let's say that we're done

'Cause I feel like hell every time you get drunk

Your whiskey my headache

Your good time my heartbreak

I'm stone cold sober wakin' up hungover

Your party my last call

Your first shot my last straw

You're hittin' that bottle while I'm hittin' rock bottom

I wish you'd quit makin' your drinkin' my problem

Yes I do

Well you can count me out for your next round

'Cause your livin' it up is bringin' me down

Your whiskey my headache

Your good time my heartbreak

Yeah I'm stone cold sober wakin' up hungover

Your party my last call

Your first shot my last straw

You're hittin' that bottle while I'm hittin' rock bottom

I wish you'd quit makin' your drinkin' my problem

Yeah I wish you'd quit makin' your drinkin' my problem

Yeah my problem