Does the whiskey make you miss me?
'Cause every time I take a sip, I think about you
I start dialin' but I don't call
Are you sittin' there lookin' at the phone, not callin' me too?
A heart is a bitch on the sauce, gon' do what it do

This happens every time I crack open up that bottle
And I light that cigarette
And it's like, aw, shit, here come trouble

Everything about you says don't do that
With the devil on my shoulder sayin', don't look back
And I wonder, what spell are we under?
Are we in love or we just drunk?

That front porch looks like heaven
But I know in the mornin' it's gonna feel more like hell
But I drive up anyway
'Cause the good Lord knows this girl can't help herself
Yeah, a heart is a bitch on the sauce, so I might as well

This happens every time I crack open up that bottle
And I light that cigarette
And it's like, aw, shit, here come trouble

Everything about you says don't do that
With the devil on my shoulder sayin', don't look back
And I wonder, what spell are we under?
Are we in love or we just drunk? (Drunk, yeah)

Does the whiskey make you miss me?
'Cause every time I take a sip, I think about you