Whiskey Tired

Whiskey Tired


I'm about as whiskey tired as a man can get without dying
My face wears the ravages of a few thousand bottles
Countless failures stare back at me in the mirror of her eyes
Disappointments by the truckload have been hard on her

I'm about as whiskey tired as a man can get without dying
My children, mom and pop wondering what they can do
As I stand hopeless wanting to fade from their view
What a disappointment I have been to those who love me

I’m about as whiskey tired as a man can get without dying
Love was not enough; it could never be for a man like me
Hard years of harder living have extracted a terrible price
The years that I’ve wasted, the restless soul I’ve become

I’m about as whiskey tired as a man can get without dying
Chasing a phantom on a field of broken hearts and dreams
A ghost called happiness that disappears in front of my eyes
I lay on a bed dressed in dying clothes with no inner peace

I'm about as whiskey tired as a man can get without dying
My soul hurts with the emptiness of a few thousand bottles
Shot full of holes from a million rounds through my muzzle
Hopelessly lost throughout the decades of abuse and neglect

I'm about as whiskey tired as a man can get without dying