[Verse 1]
Told my mama I was done last Sunday,
Poured that whiskey right down the drain.
Had a week’s worth of coffee and clean slates,
Then Monday hit like a runaway train.
Boss layed me off with a “Sorry, son,”
Then my ex called just to twist the gun.
I was two steps clean, three steps proud—
Now I’m one shot in and fallin’ down.
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[Chorus]
I’m tryin’ to get sober, Lord knows I’ve tried,
But there’s too many demons ridin’ shotgun tonight.
Stress stacks up like unpaid bills,
And that neon sign knows just how I feel.
I don’t wanna drown, but I sure can’t float,
When the pain runs deeper than the whiskey goes.
I ain’t proud, just stuck full-throttle…
Tryin’ to get clean with too much on the bottle.
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[Verse 2]
Got friends who quit and never looked back,
They found God, gyms, or therapy apps.
Me? I’m sittin’ in a Walmart lot,
Starin’ at a flask that don’t talk a lot.
I got reasons stacked like firewood,
All the things I’d fix if I only could.
But every time I stand, life kicks my knees—
Guess healing don’t come with guarantees.
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[Chorus]
I’m tryin’ to get sober, Lord knows I’ve tried,
But this heartbreak don’t come with a warning sign.
Stress stacks up like rust on chrome,
And I keep fallin’ off that road back home.
I don’t wanna break, but I’m bent to the throttle,
Tryin’ to find peace with too much on the bottle.
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[Bridge – stripped down, soft vocals + steel guitar]
I don’t need a round, I need a reason,
Somethin’ worth believin’ in this bleedin’ season.
But the more I pray, the less I hear,
So I pour another shot just to kill the fear.
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[Final Chorus – emotional crescendo]
I’m tryin’ to get sober, not just survive,
But these old wounds don’t care what I decide.
Life don’t wait for you to heal,
And pain don’t care how you feel.
I know one day I’ll stand tall…
But tonight I’m knee-deep in a whiskey fall.
Still chasin’ clean, still full-throttle…
Just a good man with too much on the bottle.
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[Outro – acoustic guitar fade]
Yeah, I’ll try again come tomorrow…
If tomorrow ain’t too late.
WhiteRhino
