The table is sticky from all the spilled whiskey
You know that you'll clean up
And that's fine cause at least you know
That you're the one he still calls drunk
Your stomach is turning
From all the quiet yearning to scream
While he's spilling his guts
About the girls that he probably called first
He'll always come back
It's not some twist of fate
It's the impulse control you lack
It's nothing divine
It's him drunk on a bottle of wine
The night will end
And what will you do
When he's gone again
And all that's left for you
Is cleaning the sticky table
He's microdosing you now
And he'll run before the comedown
Leave you waiting til he comes back around
Leave the big bed made cause any day
Could be the day
He gets tired of sleeping alone
Honey, you know the drill now
Decoding riddles and smoke signals
This is the life you chose
He always comes back
Blame it on the impulse control he lacks
You watch him drown
In a bottle of something brown
The table is sticky
From all the spilled whiskey
And all the spilled guts
Honey, how will you clean this up?
Spill all over me
Spill it all on me
Pour me out and leave
A mess on the floor
For someone to slip on
Find me in the morning
Cleaning the sticky table
Find me in the morning
I'll be leaning the sticky table
Are you ever gonna stay and clean the mess you made?
Emily Cavanaugh - sticky table Lyrics
Emily Cavanaugh - sticky table Lyrics
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The table is sticky from all the spilled whiskey
You know that you'll clean up
And that's fine cause at least you know
That you're the one he still calls drunk
Your stomach is turning
From all the quiet yearning to scream
While he's spilling his guts
About the girls that he probably called first
He'll always come back
It's not some twist of fate
It's the impulse control you lack
It's nothing divine
It's him drunk on a bottle of wine
The night will end
And what will you do
When he's gone again
And all that's left for you
Is cleaning the sticky table
He's microdosing you now
And he'll run before the comedown
Leave you waiting til he comes back around
Leave the big bed made cause any day
Could be the day
He gets tired of sleeping alone
Honey, you know the drill now
Decoding riddles and smoke signals
This is the life you chose
He always comes back
Blame it on the impulse control he lacks
You watch him drown
In a bottle of something brown
The table is sticky
From all the spilled whiskey
And all the spilled guts
Honey, how will you clean this up?
Spill all over me
Spill it all on me
Pour me out and leave
A mess on the floor
For someone to slip on
Find me in the morning
Cleaning the sticky table
Find me in the morning
I'll be leaning the sticky table
Are you ever gonna stay and clean the mess you made?
You know that you'll clean up
And that's fine cause at least you know
That you're the one he still calls drunk
Your stomach is turning
From all the quiet yearning to scream
While he's spilling his guts
About the girls that he probably called first
He'll always come back
It's not some twist of fate
It's the impulse control you lack
It's nothing divine
It's him drunk on a bottle of wine
The night will end
And what will you do
When he's gone again
And all that's left for you
Is cleaning the sticky table
He's microdosing you now
And he'll run before the comedown
Leave you waiting til he comes back around
Leave the big bed made cause any day
Could be the day
He gets tired of sleeping alone
Honey, you know the drill now
Decoding riddles and smoke signals
This is the life you chose
He always comes back
Blame it on the impulse control he lacks
You watch him drown
In a bottle of something brown
The table is sticky
From all the spilled whiskey
And all the spilled guts
Honey, how will you clean this up?
Spill all over me
Spill it all on me
Pour me out and leave
A mess on the floor
For someone to slip on
Find me in the morning
Cleaning the sticky table
Find me in the morning
I'll be leaning the sticky table
Are you ever gonna stay and clean the mess you made?
Writer: Emily Cavanaugh
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