Wish Upon a Whiskeys
Luke Combs
Jack Daniels, black label
Empty dinning room table
Here we go again
Another last resort, so help me Jesus
The silence, so quiet
It's filling my mind with everything we were that wasn't
Once again, I fall to pieces
I gave up on a shooting star
It'd have to fall down way too far
To fix this kinda feeling that I'm feeling
I tried the back pew of that church
Read every chapter, every verse
But all my prayers, they always hit the ceiling
So I do the only thing that don't make me feel empty
Pull that bottle out and wish upon a whiskey
No chance at redemption
When there's no one listening
Tryna keep my head above the water
I'm my own worst enemy
'Cause I just keep drowning in this Tennessee
I gave up on a shooting star
It'd have to fall down way too far
To fix this kinda feeling that I'm feeling
I tried the back pew of that church
Read every chapter, every verse
But all my prayers always hit the ceiling
So I do the only thing that don't make me feel empty
Pull that bottle out and wish upon a whiskey
Here comes the burn
I love to hate
It's all I got
Ever since
I gave up on a shooting star
It'd have to fall down way too far
To fix this kinda feeling that I'm feeling
I tried the back pew of that church
Read every chapter, every verse
But all my prayers, they always hit the ceiling
So I do the only thing that don't make me feel empty
Pull that bottle out and wish upon a whiskey