Whiskey on my Breath

Image credit to star paws

I woke up with a pounding head
With a bottle laying in the bed
There was a little, a little bit left

So I picked it up and I killed the rest.

Oh I know I’m going to heaven

But I can’t go with me like this

I need to pull myself together

Before then.

No and I ain’t afraid of dying

But what scares me to death

Is meeting Jesus

With whiskey on my breath.

I lost her and all my friends

Broke all but one of my Lord’s 10

But Jesus died for all my sins

That’s how I know I’m getting in.

-Love and Theft-