Whiskey Secrets Lyrics

When i am older, and ive forgotten how to tell you my whiskey secrets

When i am older, a wealthier man

I will trust in you to trust in me the faith to stay as long as i can

In my living room, you made a studio

White Jesus still there hanging on the wall

With my hide-a-bed and 35 bucks we made a pilgrimage

To the top of that hill where i knew you would push me away

Dont you forget me, babe

Dont you forget my love

For you i'd be a slave

My socks, my shoes, my grave

When i am older, and the decisions i made were all wrong

And the trucks that i drove and the earrings you left are still here

And ill fight and i will make it, and i'll like it til i cant hate it

You say to forget you but i'll forget everyone

Is there something to be said, for waiting til we're dead- of fear that we would have said it too little, too soon

Dont you forget me, babe

Dont you forget my love

For you i'd be a slave

My socks, my shoes, my grave

There at the table, getting ideas

Sits the man that i will be

I feel it coming, i know its not right

A shot in the dark; a firebell in the night

A man awaiting in the light

When i am ailing, and my lungs have drowned in your beauty

As the well has dried and we have left it behind

I will try and i will fail to keep you gentle on my mind

When my children have taken my money, and their friends have led them astray

And my brothers and sisters are under the ground

I will succumb to the rot in my brain

The mold on the pathways of which you walk

An angel of white in a vanishing cloud

Domestic picture i paint of you now

It waits to be crushed by the words of our mouths, hey

Dont you forget me, babe

Dont you forget my love

For you i'd be a slave

My socks, my shoes, my grave