Lapulele - Whiskey Fingers (Whiskey edit) Lyrics

Whiskey fingers, tryin' hard to hold this pen
If the world would just stop spinnin' I could try to make amends
I could write how much I love you, but my head is done in
Tomorrow I gotta play another show with these here

Whiskey fingers, been strummin' this here guitar
Makin' music with my friends in one more shady bar
Then I'm comin' home to you where you can hold my shaky hand
And still my whiskey fingers

It's not the fantasy that you imagined, that's true
It's not the life that I envisioned, but you gotta make do
"If you stick with me kid, then someday you can have it all"
That's the fairy story that they tell us when we're small
That's the biggest story of them all

But I've been drinkin' seven kinds of whiskey, neat
Now the spinning room is gonna knock me off my feet
But I'll get off this dirty floor and try to find my phone
So I can wake you out of bed and ask to take me home

These whiskey fingers are comin' home to pleasure you
Just as soon as you come get me, babe, cause my cognizance is through
I can't find my car because I can't find the door
I can't find my keys cause they're somewhere on the dance floor

I've been drinkin' seven kinds of whiskey, neat...
Wait, I already sang that lyric, but the song just says repeat
I just make up this verse and I don't know where to go
So ,uh, I have to wake you out of bed and ask to take me home

One more whiskey, yeah, that'll do the trick
Put me on my game so I can cut 'em to the quick
But now the lights are comin' on and they say I gotta go
Please come and get these poor whiskey fingers
Come get get these poor whiskey fingers
Please come get get these poor whiskey fingers