Whiskey Ain’t Worth It (When The Alarm Clock Rings)

I was chasing down demons with a bottle last night,

Sippin’ on sorrow ‘neath neon light.

Said I’d have one—maybe two, maybe four,

Now I’m curled up like a dog on the bathroom floor.

My boots still muddy from some honky-tonk sin,

Phone says it's Monday, and the boss clocks in.

The sun’s a cruel joke through the window pane,

My head’s a freight train, and it don’t know shame.

Ohhh, whiskey ain't worth it when the alarm clock rings,

When your soul feels hollow and your head just stings.

Coffee can’t fix what tequila tore down,

And I’m payin' for a party I don’t even half remember now.

Yeah, whiskey ain’t worth it when the alarm clock rings.

That voicemail just plays on repeat,

She said I danced with her cousin and cried in the street.

Now I’m hungover, heartbroke, broke as can be,

With a tie ‘round my neck and shame followin’ me.

I swore last weekend I was done for good,

But heartbreak and bourbon, they speak like they should.

It’s a cycle of sorrow, shots, and bad songs,

And workin’ through Mondays that just feel too long.

Ohhh, whiskey ain't worth it when the alarm clock rings,

When regret's got a voice and your head it sings.

There ain’t enough aspirin or grace to be found,

For the fool in the mirror and the mess on the ground.

Yeah, whiskey ain’t worth it when the alarm clock rings.

So goodbye, Jack Daniels, I’ve had all I can take,

I’ll trade you for coffee and a ten-minute break.

But deep down I know come next Friday night,

I’ll be losin’ this same damn hungover fight…