it watered down He took it straight up and neat If it's bad enough for him You know it's bad enough for me Hemingway's whiskey You know it tough out
down and he put it in my hand He said you tell me what it's worth You're the one who wants it Turn it up, play a song And let's just see what haunts
down And he put it in my hand He said, "You tell me what it's worth You're the one who wants it" Tune it up, play a song And let's just see what haunts
inside of me Some days you know just how it goes Some days you have no clue. Some days you write the song Some days the song writes you. You can fall You
've spilled wine on it all (chorus) Maybe I can paint over that It'll prob'ly bleed through Maybe I can paint over that But I can't hide it from you