I'd love to lie and say I don't hate the truth
But I hate myself for not leaving you
And they can drag and tow, and I'll cut the line
And I heal my wounds with whiskey and wine
Cut deep your words enough to scar

The thin blood, it rains through my tired heart
Slipped away the days, stay up all night
And I heal my wounds with whiskey and wine
Thin trail of smoke, the grey mist of ash
The cigarettes they burn away a morning passed

They can drag and tow, and I'll cut the line
And I heal my wounds with whiskey and wine
To bury it all aside with whiskey and wine