Golden toned from a white oak barrel Twelve years old way up on the shelf Ninety proof stamped on the label Tearing off and wearing nothing else I wish it was me you were coming home to Me helping what you're going through That burning thing you love anticipating I wish I took the edge off the pain I wish I put that 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 You're dying from that aching in your head I'd never leave your heart hungover But you're filling up on something else instead I wish it was me you were coming home to Me helping what you're going through That burning thing you love anticipating I wish I took the edge off the pain I wish I put that smile on your face In the middle of the day, it's me you're missing I wish I was your whiskey I'd be the glass pressed against your lips What your hands touch each night Hell, I'd even be that cube of ice ♪ I 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 that smile on your face All this love bottled up that you're missing I wish I was your whiskey, yeah, your whiskey