You walk in like the king of the chaos,
Silver tongue shining like a stage-light glare.
Every word that you drop feels famous,
But the truth don’t follow you anywhere.
You keep saying that you’re growing, changing—
Yeah, I’ve heard that story once or twice.
You can charm a crowd like it’s nothing, baby…
But you can’t out-sing your own lies.

’Cause I’ve been steady, I’ve been loyal,
While you’re spilling all your shine—
But my heart ain’t built for foil,
And you ain’t built for mine.

Your whiskey-stained promises,
I’m done letting them pull me in.
Every line drips sweetness,
But it’s laced with the same old sin.
I’ve carried you through every fire,
But you never learned to stand.
Yeah, your whiskey-stained promises
Wash right off my hands.

You show up with a half-lit apology,
Talking big about the man you’ll be.
But you only love the version of the story
Where you’re the hero and I don’t speak.
You keep dancing on the edge of honest,
Flirting with the truth you claim you want.
But you break every vow you promise
Soon as the music turns to dawn.

I was solid, I was grounded,
While you floated through your highs.
Now the smoke has finally parted—
I can see through your disguise.

Your whiskey-stained promises,
I’m done letting them pull me in.
Every line drips sweetness,
But it’s laced with the same old sin.
I’ve carried you through every fire,
But you never learned to stand.
Yeah, your whiskey-stained promises
Wash right off my hands.

I’m not your shelter anymore,
Not your safety net to fall on.
If loving me was such a chore—
Then baby, you can carry your own storm.

Whiskey-stained and wearing thin,
I won’t let you back again…

Your whiskey-stained promises,
I’m not buying them this time.
All that charm won’t save you
When you run out of borrowed shine.
I gave you my heart like armor,
But you never learned to stand.
Yeah, your whiskey-stained promises—
I’m wiping off my hands.

Whiskey-stained… but not my problem anymore.