the sheets are soaked in whiskey, I still can't stop this shaking the sheets are soaked in whiskey, my bottle's empty again It's getting harder to stay sober, dwelling on the dim on this shine and you know I couldn't sell you a lie to save my life so it's up to ugly truths to scrape us by or down to dirty tricks to keep us blind the sheets are soaked in whiskey, your bags are packed I still can't stop this shaking my bottle's empty again the lines get blurred when there's bills to pay babes to bury, babes to feed you bought forever with a better man did you remember forever never ends?