You come alive when the lights go low,
Talkin’ fast with that slurred-down soul.
Barstool sermons, smoke in your laugh,
I sit beside you, breaking in half.
You chase the high while I chase you home,
Still sleep in shirts that smell like cologne.
[Pre-Chorus]
You pour your love in every glass,
Say forever like it won’t collapse.
You gamble hearts like poker chips—
I bet on you and never win.
[Chorus]
You’re my whiskey, you’re my bad bet,
My almost-love, my deep regret.
The calm I crave, the storm I ride,
That sweet destruction I can’t fight.
You’re the wound I still don’t ice,
Every wrong that feels so right.
You’re my favorite vice.
[Verse 2]
We talk ‘til morning, then you disappear,
Gone like the buzz, gone like the beer.
You say you’re lost, like that’s a plan,
But I still fold when you reach for my hand.
You don’t stay, but you don’t let go—
Guess I’m just safer than being alone.
[Pre-Chorus]
You kiss like promises you won’t keep,
And sleep like sin, tangled up with me.
I keep forgiving what you do,
’Cause breaking me still feels like you.
[Chorus]
You’re my whiskey, you’re my bad bet,
My twisted truth, my sweet regret.
The fire that burns and leaves me blind,
But damn, I go back every time.
You’re the thrill I never price,
Every wrong that feels so right.
You’re my favorite vice.
[Bridge]
I light your smokes, wash your jeans,
Play house in your drunk man dreams.
You’re chasing ghosts, I play your saint—
And baby, that’s my worst mistake.
[Final Chorus]
You’re my whiskey, you’re my heartache,
The hit I take when I can’t break.
You’re the chaos in my calm,
Still the name in every song.
You’re the lie I never fight,
Every wrong that feels so right.
You’re my favorite vice.
[Outro]
Yeah… favorite vice.
And I’d do it all twice.
