Whiskey Made Me Text Her
Mike Baker
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Yeah... this one ain't for the radio. It's for that 2 AM version of you.
I was preachin' bout movin' on, feelin' fine
'Til Jack hit back and blurred that line
Thumb on the screen like it knew my sins
Typed "You up?" before I could think again
She said "New number, who dis?" like a dagger
But I knew she read it - I felt that stagger
Ghost of a love, buzzed in my veins
I ain't drunk, girl - I'm just insane
Whiskey made me text her - not my heart, not my head
Blame the bottle for the words I never said
Screenshots and silence, my signature move
Regret in the morning, but it felt like truth
She left read receipts like tombstones in rows
Our past on fire while my courage froze
Had a shot of memory, chased it with pain
Even typed "miss you" - must've gone insane
Shoulda deleted her name last fall
But here I go breakin' my own damn law
Whiskey's a lawyer with a crooked defense
Got me confessin' in lowercase sins
Whiskey made me text her - not my soul, not my pride
Just the part of me that don't know when to hide
I said "Hope you're good," then hit send like a fool
Lookin' for closure in a barstool
If apologies were bourbon, I'd be sober by now
But I'm built on bad timing and a messed-up vow
Whiskey made me text her...
And silence made it sting.