These whiskey memories is all that I've got left of you and me/I've cried and I've tried to quit so many times, but the bottle seems to be the only one who truly understands me...ohh.... These whiskey memories, it's all that I've got left, if it wasn't for them girl I truly be dead/those rainy nights when I walked you home just for a kiss good night are all those Petty midnight bikes I just whiskey memories that burn like a comment on a calm night, those are whiskey memories/like a 3-ft tall card and same size bed for Valentine's/I forever thank you for those whiskey memories One More Time...Thank you!
POETT, 10.22.21