I've been pouring whiskey on your memory. I cant seem to drown this hurt inside. Bottom of the bottle leaves me empty. I need something strong to ease my mind I need a painkiller. Just one night
Her love is a gun, her love is a blade, she's a killer. Bitch is insane, she deals in pain, she's a killer. Ooh, she'll cut you clean. Then she'll watch you bleed. So obscene, she's what I need
Song PainKiller - Little Big Town. Don't need no whiskey. When I've had a bad day. No prescription honey. When my skies are grey No poppin' the pills. No smokin' the pills. That make me feel okay
