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

4 AM, stumbled, to the bedroom again
'Cause I know where you're going
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
While I'm stone cold sober, wakin' up, hungover
Your party, my last call
Your first shot, my last straw
Well, you're hittin' that bottle, while I'm hittin' rock bottom
I wish you'd quit makin' your drinkin', my problem
Yes, I do

Must be nice sleeping, 'til 11 o'clock, like a rock
You lie to my face, not an ounce of shame, in your walk
And 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
Well, 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
Well, 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
My problem