Justin Michael Metts - Whiskey Warm Lyrics

Coffee black, eggs burnt
That's the way I like it these days
If I get up at all
Cause what's the use, baby blue

If the words you say I can't hear
Oh, I'm making it
Whiskey warm, room cold
That's the way I like it these nights

Alone with all my friends
Underneath these lights
It is all that defines me
This life I will always see

Oh, I'm making it
There's this dream, set on repeat
Running through the water
With our daughter and son

But they're both grown, we're the same damn age
Is this heaven I'm seeing when I sleep
Or, am I making it up
Am I making it up

Am I making it up
Am I making it up
God tell me
I take my whiskey warm, coffee black

I take my whiskey warm, coffee black