Cold
Whiskey's Embrace: Facing Heartache and Moving On
Lyrics
Halfway To Hazard with the rain comin' down
Expressing being halfway to a hazardous emotional state with the rain as a backdrop.
I wish I could go home but it's just an old empty house
Yearning for home, finding it empty, and possibly symbolizing emotional emptiness.
So I find me a cheap motel room and a bottle of Black Label Jack
Seeking solace in a cheap motel with a bottle of Black Label Jack Daniels.
They might find me dead by the mornin' but they won't find me lookin' back
Acknowledging the possibility of a self-destructive path but determined not to dwell on the past.
Cause there ain't nothin' like whiskey when time's movin' slow
Whiskey is a coping mechanism, helping to slow down time and numb the pain.
It drowns out the misery, helps me let go
Whiskey serves as a remedy to drown out misery and facilitate letting go.
When the truth really hits me, she don't miss me, no
Realizing the painful truth that someone doesn't miss the speaker.
There ain't nothin' like whiskey when a women turns cold
Highlighting the significance of whiskey when faced with emotional coldness from a woman.
She used to wanna hold me and our fire burned so bright
Recalling a time when the woman wanted closeness, contrasting with the current coldness.
But it's funny how forever can get up and say goodbye
Reflecting on the unpredictability of forever and its ability to end abruptly.
But I've got the answer to my pain a way to face the truth
Finding a coping mechanism for pain and a way to confront the harsh reality.
Well, I can drown out this heartache, but it's gonna take a hundred proof
Using whiskey as a potent remedy to numb heartache.
Cause there ain't nothin' like whiskey when time's movin' slow
Reiterating the role of whiskey in slowing time and easing emotional pain.
It drowns out the misery, helps me let go
Emphasizing how whiskey helps in letting go of misery.
When the truth really hits me, she don't miss me, no
Acknowledging the painful truth that the woman doesn't miss the speaker.
There ain't nothin' like whiskey when a women turns cold
Reiterating the importance of whiskey when facing emotional coldness from a woman.
Tomorrow I don't know where I'm gonna be
Expressing uncertainty about the future but seeking freedom from the woman's memory.
But tonight at least I'll be free from her memory, yeah
Finding temporary freedom from the memories tonight.
Cause there ain't nothin' like whiskey when time's movin' slow
Reinforcing the role of whiskey in slowing time and aiding in letting go.
It drowns out the misery and helps me let go
Highlighting how whiskey helps in drowning out misery and facilitating the process of letting go.
When the truth really hits me, she don't miss me, no, whoa, no, no
Acknowledging the painful truth that the woman doesn't miss the speaker.
There ain't nothin' like whiskey when a women turns cold
Underlining the importance of whiskey when facing emotional coldness from a woman.
There ain't nothin' like whiskey when a women turns cold, yeah, turns cold
Reiterating the significance of whiskey when a woman turns emotionally cold.
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