Live in a blue house
About a hundred years old
Dream about brick walls
Tasteful but opulent
I drive a rusted Rolls-Royce
She hates the bumpy roads
So, about all the roads
We go out every night
Drink, dance, drive, repeat
And fit a few girls in the backseat
Lights hang down from the bar and bedroom windows
Whiskey words hold all my graces
I wrote this song after a couple
And the couple have my faces
Thirsty thursdays, tuesdays, somedays
Try so damn hard to make it
I'll sing this song after a couple
If she tries me, if she fakes it
Sleep on a small bed
Myself a hundred nights
Wake up in strange denial
Lips to lips so recent
It's an orange, blood-red sunset
Order up something stronger
Something new for you
Covered eyes with make-up laughter
We're crying alone together
It's a good look
Lights hang down from the bar and bedroom windows
Whiskey words hold all my graces
I sang this song after a couple
And the couple have my faces
Thirsty thursdays, tuesdays, somedays
Try too damn hard to make it
I'll write this song after a couple
If she tries me, if she makes it