Your Whiskey

[Verse 1]
Golden tone from a white oak barrel
Twelve years old, way up on the self
Ninety proof stamped on that label
Tear it off, and wearing nothing else

[Chorus]
Wish it was me you were coming home to
Me helping what you're going through
That burning thing you love anticipating
Wish I took the edge off the pain
Wish I put a smile on your face
In the middle of the day, it's me you're missing
I wish I was your whiskey

[Verse 2]
I'm lying wide awake and sober
And you're dying from that aching in your head
No, I'd never leave your heart hungover
But you're filling up on something else instead

[Chorus]
Wish it was me you were coming home to
Me helping what you're going through
That burning thing you love anticipating
Wish I took the edge off the pain
Wish I put a smile on your face
In the middle of the day, it's me you're missing

[Bridge]
I'd be the glass pressed against your lips
What your hand touch every night
Hell, I'd even be that cube of ice

[Chorus]
Wish it was me you were coming home to
Me helping what you're going through
That burning thing you love anticipating
Wish I took the edge off the pain
Wish I put a smile on your face
In the middle of the day, it's me you're missing
I wish I was your whiskey
Yeah, your whiskey