90 Proof

Here I am again on this old bar stool.
Broke over the fact she doesn't feel like she use to.

I drive to you through the driving rain.
To the very same bar, feeling this exact pain.

I know it only seems like I call on you when there is no one else that cares.
I get played a fool and yet here you are to provide your fare.
You give me 90 proof and she needed 90 reasons to stay.

I know its early and I probably shouldn't, but I press you to my lips anyway.
You get me over the the things I couldn't and the comfort of your warmth feels great.
You give me 90 proof.
She needed 90 reasons to stay.

Oh I wish love was like whiskey.
Because like whiskey love is suppose to get better with age.
Whiskey tends to mellow and stay.
Now the loves gone more sour than the whiskey mash.
From Jack Daniels and Scots Grey, taking a trip overseas and gone away.

You give me 90 proof.
She needed 90 reasons to stay.

On this bar stool I'm getting closer to Tennessee by the hour.
Hell, I might end up in Scotland shooting these Whiskey Sours.
On this bar stool trip, I'll find me a sad song and crank it up louder.

Yeah, I wish love was more like whiskey because she needed 90 reasons to stay.
And whiskey gives me 90 proof everyday.

Darren Deason 11/27/2019