Tennessee Whiskey

I run around pretending I sold my soul to the devil for you
Black eyes, love bites, I don't know the difference anymore

I'm tripping on my tongue and your hands are around my neck
Head hits the ground, well, it needed a rest
Your fire-y black eyes, that liquid on our breath
But that was just a dream, keeping my head in check

So I keep a glass in hand
Fill it with old number 7 brand
And I work my way backwards through the words I'm tripping over

Now I don't know where we stand, but I do know where I stumble over to
The room is going black and the memories faded blue

I feel I'm racing to the bottom, just to fill it to the top
Is it your silence that puts me on this non stop?
Losing my mind to you, just another glass
It's hitting harder and hard, just another glass