Verse 1
Here I go
I’m stuck between
This bottle of whiskey
And your name on my phone.
Cuz in my head,
Our memories are burnin’
The more I’m sippin’ on this bourbon.
But you’re prob’ly
On your way right now
Cuz we both know
I won’t shut you down.
Chorus
It’s gonna hurt in the mornin’.
So let’s drink on past that warnin’.
I want your sweet kiss,
And your smooth skin
Pressed up against my lips.
It makes a Friday night
With a lonely bus
Forget about the hangover of us.
I grab your glass and worry about
What is the reason.
Tonight let’s make pour decisions.
Verse 2
We’re right back
At it again.
Tangle the sheets
With your body movin’ closer.
I know it’s sad that it’s over.
So why is your pretty head
Layin’ on my shoulder?
Chorus
It’s gonna hurt in the mornin’.
So let’s drink on past that warnin’.
I want your sweet kiss,
And your smooth skin
Pressed up against my lips.
It makes a Friday night
With a lonely bus
Forget about the hangover of us.
I grab your glass and worry about
What is the reason.
Tonight let’s make pour decisions.
Instrumental
Here we go,
We’re stuck again.
Chorus
It’s gonna hurt in the mornin’.
So let’s drink on past that warnin’.
I want your sweet kiss,
And your smooth skin
Pressed up against my lips.
What makes a Friday night
With a lonely bus
Forget about the hangover of us.
I grab your glass and worry about
What is the reason.
Tonight let’s make pour decisions.
Oh no oohh
Tonight let’s make pour decisions.