I heard there’s help in a whiskey glass
If I fill it up and throw it back
It’ll get you right off my mind
But one taste of that straight up Southern Comfort
Puts me right back, right up under
Those southern stars, and I’m in your arms
And it’s all that I can do, not to run right back to you
Whoa, whoa
I’ve been up all night, burning out every neon light
And I’ve closed down every dive that I’ve been into
I’ve tried leaning in, tried to kiss you off of my lips
Trying to find a way to forget you
But all I’ve found are all-new ways to miss you
All I’ve found are all-new ways to miss you
They say if I burn old photographs
Those memories of what we had
Go up in smoke, but I don’t know
‘Cause when I light that match and feel that fire look
Same as I saw in your eyes, I’m
Back again in that first night, outta sight and outta mind
I’ve been up all night, burning out every neon light
And I’ve closed down every dive that I’ve been into
I’ve tried leaning in, tried to kiss you off of my lips
Trying to find a way to forget you
But all I’ve found are all-new ways to miss you
All-new ways to miss you
I can’t find the kind of gone
That could get me moving on, whoa, whoa
I’ve been up all night, burning out every neon light
And I’ve closed down every dive that I’ve been into
I’ve tried leaning in, tried to kiss you off of my lips
Trying to find a way to forget you
But all I’ve found are all-new ways to miss you
All I’ve found are all-new ways to miss you
I miss you