Whiskey My Old Friend
Tangled in Spirits: Jenna Jane's Reflection on Love and Liquor
Lyrics
Sometimes it hurts, thinkin' how it used be
Sometimes, reminiscing about the past brings emotional pain.
All those times I let you in, knowin' you're no good for me
Despite knowing that the relationship (symbolized by 'you') is harmful, the singer allowed it into their life.
And yeah, I know we've had some good times
Acknowledgment of positive moments shared despite the troubles.
But when I have a little too much it always turns into a fight
Excessive drinking leads to conflicts.
And yeah, it's true I thought about pickin' you up again
Considered reconnecting with 'you' (whiskey), tempted to indulge again.
There's an angel on my left but the one to my right, sayin' come on baby just one more night
Internal conflict represented by opposing impulses: one urging to resist (angel), the other tempting to indulge (devil).
So, I open that door, knowin' damn well tomorrow when you're gone
Despite knowing the consequences, the singer chooses to drink again.
I'll be feelin' like hell wondering why
Anticipating regret and feeling terrible the day after.
That taste on my lips has a hold on me
The taste of whiskey lingers and captivates the singer despite its negative impact.
I should've put you down you're like a disease but lately
Comparing whiskey to a disease, understanding its harmful nature, but still giving in to it.
I've been letting you in, whiskey my old friend
Acceptance of succumbing to the allure of whiskey despite knowing its detrimental effects.
I know they say I should go and get some help
Awareness of advice to seek help and refrain from drinking.
Lock you up, put you away, high on, on to that shelf
Suggesting the need to restrain and control the access to whiskey, likening it to being put away on a shelf.
But there's this ghost, saying I got what you need
Feeling drawn to whiskey despite the internal struggle and external advice against it.
Fighting those voices, I still bring you back, right back into my reach
Fighting conflicting thoughts but still returning to whiskey, unable to resist its pull.
So, I open that door, knowin' damn well tomorrow when you're gone
Repeated action of choosing to drink despite knowing the consequences.
I'll be feelin' like hell wondering why
Expectation of feeling terrible the following day after drinking.
That taste on my lips has a hold on me
The taste of whiskey maintains its grip, causing an ongoing temptation.
I should've put you down you're like a disease but lately
Realization of whiskey's harmful nature, yet failing to resist its allure recently.
I've been letting you in, whiskey my old friend
Admitting to allowing whiskey back into life despite its negative impact.
So, I open that door, knowin' damn well tomorrow when you're gone
Repeating the cycle of drinking despite foreseen consequences.
I'll be feelin' like hell wondering why
Anticipating regret and feeling terrible the day after drinking.
That taste on my lips has a hold on me
Describing the lingering effect of whiskey's taste, influencing the continuous temptation.
I should've put you down you're like a disease but lately
Acknowledging whiskey as harmful like a disease but failing to resist its allure recently.
I've been letting you in, whiskey my old friend
Acceptance of allowing whiskey, despite its negative impact, to re-enter the singer's life.
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