Used to spend my nights out in a barroom
Liquor was the only love I've known
FP sat there on his barstool. Everyone was tempted to carve his name into it, but there wasn't a moment he wasn't on it. The first one there and the last to leave. He hit bottom awhile ago. Everyone to afraid to ask or help him. But in his mind, he still had far to go. He lost his two kids and his wife. His wife didn't hurt the most, but his kids...the only loves in his life.
But you rescued me from reachin' for the bottom
And brought me back from being too far gone
She had walked in one day. Nostalgia hit her like a ton of bricks. The same smell, same people, hell even FP was still here. He had always preferred the bar stools. She could never figure out why though. She made her way towards him, sitting on the stool next to him. She peaked over catching a glimpse of nothing...emptiness. "FP?" She questioned. What had happened to the man she knew. He looked at her slowly. "Alice." He nodded than returned to drowning in his whiskey. "What happened to you?"
"Non of your..."
"Get up." She sighed. If he was going to play cool she was going to play hard. "I'm taking you home and I swear FP if I have to knock you out and drag your ass out of here I will." She huffed clearly frustrated with the man in front of her.
You're as smooth as Tennessee whiskey
You're as sweet as strawberry wine
You're as warm as a glass of brandy
And honey, I stay stoned on your love all the time
In just two days FP learned drinking wasn't an option anymore. His dark cloudy days finally had the tiniest of sunshine. Alice stayed with him always. It's not like she had anywhere to be. Sure she had her kids, but for the past two weeks her ex has them on vacation. "You stink. Shower." She threw the towel at him on the bed. Slowly the two became playful and more familiar with each other. "I could use company." He smirked. Of course he would use sex as an excuse not to talk. "Tell me why you tried to drink yourself to death." She challenged. Her eyebrows raised as she saw him sigh in defeat. After the shower everything changed.
FP opened up and Alice showed him what it was like to feel loved again.
FP would describe her lips as sweet as strawberry wine, her touch as warm as brandy, and her voice as smooth as Tennessee whiskey.
I've looked for love in all the same old places
Found the bottom of a bottle's always dry
But when you poured out your heart I didn't waste it
Before Alice he looked all over town for something to fill the void. He looked for every brunette in town. He guessed he was looking for his family. Every girl became scared when he opened up...he felt like broken goods. That was until he met someone maybe just a bit broken like him. Their story's fit. They grew different, allowing different broken hearts to break, but making them place the pieces together.
'Cause there's nothing like your love to get me high
You're as smooth as Tennessee whiskey
You're as sweet as strawberry wine
You're as warm as a glass of brandy
And honey, I stay stoned on your love all the time
They move in together. They start a life of their own. A life with kids, Charles and Charlotte. Alice helped FP fight to get his kids back. She turned his life around. He feels intoxicated...with her love. No more boos or drugs were needed to make FP feel alive.
You're as smooth as Tennessee whiskey
Tennessee whiskey
Tennessee whiskey
