[Intro | sparse electric guitar | intimate, raspy male vocal] There's a bottle on the counter Your lipstick on the glass Funny how we swear we're over Then we wind up right back [Verse 1 | conversational vocal | restrained groove] We don't say much when we're sober Just sit there staring at the floor But a couple shots and you're pulling me closer Like you never walked out that door You say things you won't remember I say things I don't really mean Then we're laughing on that porch swing Like we're seventeen [Pre-Chorus | rising tension | bass enters] We only kiss when we're buzzed Only slam doors when we're drunk If this ain't love, baby, tell me what it was 'Cause every time we fill that cup.. [Chorus | huge hook | gritty belted vocal | stacked harmonies] If it ain't you, and it ain't me Then what the hell could it be? We only make love when we're tipsy Only fight when we've been drinking It ain't got a damn thing to do with love We just pour another one and blame it on the buzz If it ain't you, and it ain't me Baby, there's only one thing it could be It must be the whiskey Yeah, it must be the whiskey [Verse 2 | groove-heavy | swaggering vocal] Your high heels sitting by my doorway Like you're staying for the night Then you swear you're done with me Right before we kill the lights That bottle keeps getting lower Every time we change our minds Funny how that Jack Daniels Makes your lips taste like strawberry wine [Pre-Chorus | stronger vocal | drums building] We don't talk when we're clear-headed We don't touch until we're gone Somehow every bad decision Feels right till the morning comes [Chorus | bigger drums | layered harmonies] If it ain't you, and it ain't me Then what the hell could it be? We only make love when we're tipsy Only fight when we've been drinking It ain't got a damn thing to do with love We just pour another one and blame it on the buzz If it ain't you, and it ain't me Baby, there's only one thing it could be It must be the whiskey Yeah, it must be the whiskey [Post-Chorus | catchy vocal hook | guitar response] Pour it up Let it lie We can blame it on the bottle tonight Yeah, blame it on the whiskey Blame it on the whiskey [Build | drums rising | vocal crescendo] If it ain't you... If it ain't me... Then baby, what else could it be? [Final Chorus | full-band climax | gritty high-register vocal | gang harmonies] If it ain't you, and it ain't me Then what the hell could it be? We only make love when we're tipsy Only fight when we've been drinking It ain't got a damn thing to do with love We just pour another one and blame it on the buzz If it ain't you, and it ain't me Baby, there's only one thing it could be If it ain't you... And it ain't me... There's only one damn thing We can blame it on tonight IT MUST BE THE WHISKEY Yeah, it must be the whiskey Has to be the whiskey [Outro | stripped back | intimate vocal] If it ain't you... And it ain't me... Pour another one, baby It must be the whiskey
