golden tone from a white oak barrel twelve years old way up on the self ninety proof stamped on that label tear it off and wearing nothing else wish it was me you were coming home to me helping what you re going through that burning thing you love anticipating wish i took the edge off the pain wish i put a smile on your face in the middle of the day it s me you re missing i wish i was your whiskey i m lying wide awake and sober and you re dying from that aching in your head no i d never leave your heart hungover but you re filling up on something else instead wish it was me you were coming home to me helping what you re going through that burning thing you love anticipating wish i took the edge off the pain wish i put a smile on your face in the middle of the day it s me you re missing i d be the glass pressed against your lips what your hand touch every night hell i d even be that cube of ice wish it was me you were coming home to me helping what you re going through that burning thing you love anticipating wish i took the edge off the pain wish i put a smile on your face in the middle of the day it s me you re missing i wish i was your whiskey yeah your whiskey