Your Drinkin’, My Problem – Carly Pearce
4 a.m., stumbled to the bedroom again
‘Cause I know where you’re going, you won’t say where ya 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
Must be nice sleeping till 11 o’clock, like a rock
You lie to my face, not an ounce of shame in your walk
Oh, for 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
Well, you can count me out for your next round
‘Cause your living 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
