Whiskey

You accept my bullshit
I accept your smoking
I accept your smoking gun

You accept that i talk too much
I accept that you talk too little
But it's fine
I like a good riddle

I want you like a whiskey drink

You accept that i get real down
Old relationship make me wound up
Oh it makes me wound up

You accept that i'll fuck up dinner
But i know you'll eat it anyway
I know you'll eat it anyway

I want you like a whiskey drink