Lyrics
[Verse 1]
They say I’ve been leaning too hard on the rye,
A bottle in my hand, no tear in my eye.
They whisper in church, they talk in the store,
But they don’t know the pain I keep behind my door.
[Prechorus]
"He's drowning," they mutter, "he's lost in the pour,"
But they ain't felt love walk out and slam the door.
[Chorus]
They call it a problem, I call it a solution,
A little bit of whiskey to quiet the confusion.
When the heartache's loud and the night's too long,
That amber river’s where I belong.
They call it a problem, I call it my way through.
[Verse 2]
Her perfume still lingers, her picture’s still there,
I can’t scrub her memory from the walls or the air.
They say, "Man, get a grip, you’re losing control,"
But they don’t see the cracks running deep in my soul.
[Chorus]
They call it a problem, I call it a solution,
A way to dull the ache and ease the intrusion.
When the silence screams and I can't move on,
This glass feels like the only thing strong.
They call it a problem, I call it my way through.
[Bridge]
Judge if you want, you ain't worn my shoes,
You don’t know the ghosts that haunt these rooms.
Yeah, I’m holding on, maybe holding too tight,
But that burn in my chest keeps me warm at night.
Style
steady mid-tempomale vocalscountryacoustic guitar and fiddle
Prompt
using alcohol to cope with a broken heart, reframing societal judgment the bottle after a relationship people say I got a drinking problem They call it a problem, I call it a solution. Country, male s
Credits
Prompt by
Csilva
CsilvaGeneratedDec 17, 2025
ModelAria v5
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