Whiskey Won’t Forget Her

[Verse 1]
Glass in my hand
Her ghost in this room
Neon on the bottles
But my heart’s stuck on you
Jukebox keeps on skipping
To that song you hate
Bartender wipes the counter
Says, “You’re here too late”
[Chorus]
I’m drinking whiskey, trying to forget her
But every burn just brings her back clearer
These tears on the bar
Ain’t washing her out
I’m drowning slow in this leather-bound chair
Whiskey won’t forget her
But I keep finding her there
[Verse 2]
Your lipstick on my collar
Still stains my throat
I taste you in the bourbon
In every slow, soft note
Violin in the corner
Crying like me
Fiddle bows the heartbreak
I don’t want to see
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
[low vocal register]
I told myself I’d leave at two
It’s three shots past that promise
Every empty glass
Looks a little like you
[Chorus]
[guitar solo]
[violin soaring over bends, drums pounding then fading to a single ringing chord]

country, Dark cinematic country with male vocals; low, rattling drums and roomy upright bass under a dry, close-mic vocal. Fiddle weaves around a twangy baritone electric, building from hushed verses to a big, chest-beating chorus with stacked harmonies. Final section explodes into an emotive electric guitar solo doubled by violin, then falls back to a lone guitar and fading strings., sad, violin, electric