Another Round

Is this one of those times where you’re sick of my lies so you silence your phone

Got it face down on the bar hoping that I’ll finally leave you alone

I’m guessing you’re singing and maybe believing those old bar stool songs

I’m afraid maybe this time

You’ve made up your mind

And now your gone

But if the whiskey

Gets you tipsy

Makes you miss me all night long

Maybe that half empty glass

Of memories

Is callin’ you back home

One more shot

One more round

One more song to drowned it out

If the whiskey mAkes you miss me

Baby just stay for another round

Wish I could say that you’re dreamin’

That It’s just what you’re drinkin’

When you’re callin’ me back

But you know and I know

That there’s no coming back from a lie like that

I’ve hoped and I’ve prayed that one day I could say that I figured it out

So it hurts to admit that you’d be better to quit then come back to what we have right now

But if the whiskey

Gets you tipsy

Makes you miss me all night long

Maybe that half empty glass

Of memories

Is callin’ you back home

One more shot

One more round

One more song to drowned it out

If the whiskey mAkes you miss me

Baby just stay for another round

So if the whiskey

Gets you tipsy

Makes you miss me all night long

Maybe that half empty glass

Of memories

Is callin’ you back home

One more shot

One more round

One more song to drowned it out

If the whiskey mAkes you miss me

If the whiskey mAkes you miss me

If the whiskey mAkes you miss me

Baby just stay for another round