You threw me out last night, ‘cause I made a drunken scene,
things are clearer to me now, sorry for being mean.

I hope you friends don't hate me, I wish I hadn't show them him,
I usually keep him at the door, last night I let him in.

I know that I messed up, and I feel ashamed,
my heart is full of landmines, there's no one else to blame.

But how can I get better, if all you see is sin,
the devil's in this whiskey, without grace, I can't win.

I’m laying here on my bed, thinking ‘bout what I said,
I don't know why, I get so mad,
what goes through my head.

I guess I'll have another beer,
lukewarm, but I don't care,
I don't remember, all that much,
there's leaves in my hair.

I know that I messed up, and I feel ashamed,
my heart is full of landmines, there's no one else to blame.

But how can I get better, if all you see is sin,
the devil's in this whiskey, without grace, I can't win.

Honey, don't you see, my fear,
don't, leave me here, with myself.
Honey, don't you see these wounds,
I need you to be, my salve.

You might be sick of me, I understand if so,
perhaps this is what I what,
perhaps I should just go.

I know that I messed up, and I feel ashamed,
my heart is full of landmines, there's no one else to blame.

But how can I get better, if all you see is sin,
the devil's in this whiskey, without grace, I can't win.