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[Intro]
Whiskey was my therapy
My friends weren’t actually there for me
When your world’s upside dow, falling apart
Your friends seem to scatter like your broken heart, yeah

Whiskey was my therapy
My friends weren’t actually there for me
When your world’s upside dow, falling apart
Your friends seem to scatter like your broken heart, yeah

[Chorus]
Tell me, “It’s a pretty picture, you six feet under ground”
And “I’m sorry” doesn’t cut it
I’m still, I’m still
I’m still, dead to you now
And “I’m sorry” doesn’t cut it

[Verse]
You’re no celestial being
And you didn’t come down from the sky
You can suffocate in Shreveport-
Fix yourself in a different life
In a different light, you could see
This wasn’t only because of me
And I made a mistake or ten
But at least I’m trying to fix them, yeah

[Chorus]
Tell me, “It’s a pretty picture, you six feet under ground”
And “I’m sorry” doesn’t cut it
I’m still, I’m still
I’m still, dead to you now
And “I’m sorry” doesn’t cut it