Whiskey Kinda Way
Whisky Melancholy: Love's Residue in Every Sip
Lyrics
I hardly ever think about her.
I rarely think about her.
I seldom say "I can't live without her",
I seldom express the sentiment "I can't live without her."
Till I hold a drink an' sit at the bar.
My thoughts about her resurface when I have a drink and sit at the bar.
A sip an' it all goes straight to my heart.
A sip of alcohol intensifies my emotions, affecting my heart profoundly.
Like that song on the jukebox,
Similar to a song on the jukebox, memories of her start playing in my mind.
Her memory starts to play.
Recollections of her become vivid.
Guess I still want her,
Despite claiming not to want her, there's a lingering desire, expressed in a whiskey-induced manner.
In a whisky kind of way.
My longing for her is associated with the consumption of whiskey.
An' when I'm sober, I say it's over,
When sober, I assert that our relationship is over, and she can't affect me.
She can't get to me.
I distance myself emotionally from her.
I'm a million miles away from her memory.
I convince myself that I'm far removed from the memories of her.
They say the truth comes out when you're drinkin'
Under the influence of alcohol, the truth about my feelings surfaces.
I've been drinkin' 'bout her all day.
Throughout the day, I've been dwelling on thoughts of her while drinking.
Guess I still want her in a whisky kind of way.
Despite the assertion of being over her, there's still a yearning associated with whiskey.
I talk, to Joe behind the counter,
I confide in Joe behind the counter and share my feelings about her with anyone who listens.
And every fool I meet, about her.
I discuss her with every person I meet.
I steel my heart to anyone,
I guard my emotions against anyone who may show kindness to a lonely person.
Who'll buy a drink for the lonely one.
I avoid emotional connections but accept drinks from those sympathetic to the lonely.
What ran her off's had her runnin' through my mind all day.
Thoughts of what caused our separation occupy my mind throughout the day.
Guess I still need her in a whisky kind of way.
There's an enduring need for her, particularly when influenced by whiskey.
An' when I'm sober, I say "It's over,
When sober, I repeat the assertion that it's over and she can't affect me.
"She can't get to me.
I maintain emotional distance.
"I'm a million miles away from her memory."
I reiterate that I'm far removed from the memories of her.
They say the truth comes out when you're drinkin'
Under the influence of alcohol, the truth about my feelings emerges once again.
I've been drinkin' 'bout her all day.
Throughout the day, I've been consumed by thoughts of her while drinking.
Guess I still love her in a whisky kind of way.
Despite claiming not to love her, there's a persistent affection tied to whiskey.
Oh, don't the truth comes out when you're drinkin'
Emphasizing that truth surfaces when drinking, implying honesty about feelings.
I've been drinkin' 'bout her all day.
Continued contemplation of her throughout the day while under the influence.
Guess I still love her in a whisky kind of way
Despite claims of moving on, there's an enduring love for her, particularly through the medium of whiskey.
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