I'd love to lie and say I don't hate the truth, But I hate myself for not leaving you. An anchor dragged in tow and I cut the line. And I heal my wounds with whiskey and wine.
Cut deep your words, deep enough to scar. And thin blood it ran through my tired heart. Slept away the days, stayed up all night. And I heal my wounds with whiskey and wine.
A thing trail of smoke, the grey mess of ash, The cigarettes they burn away unwanted pasts. An anchor dragged in tow and I cut the line. And I heal my wounds with whiskey and wine. To bury it out of sight, with whiskey and wine