whiskey neat

I wanna tell em' how you did me through a text Wish I could show off all of her nudes like they're my own And that song that said forever you'll be mines You sent it to her first the night before You suck at deleting Yeah you've always deleted Yeah you think I won't see it But I'm scorched out bleeding Another round of anxiety please With a mirror to look at my mess That I glued up so perfectly Don't let nobody notice I'm here... Another round of what I wanna hear Put the tab on what's left of my Self-esteem 'Til the bruises all disappear I'll feel good with my whiskey neat 'Til the bruises all disappear I'll feel good with my whiskey neat Yeah, yeah