I Like You Better When You’re Drunk
A song about a love letter written to his drunk wife.
I Like You Better When You're Drunk Your breath is a hot mess of fresh fruit and funk Your tongue is a canvas of reds, greens, and blues I'll be your waiter for the day Just look at me and say "Bring mama her booze" I like you better when you're drunk There's orange peels and lemon juice covering the floor There's an empty bottle of bitters, and you're cursing for more You're fighting back real tears 'Cause you miss "The Wonder Years" You dust off your love, after pullin' it from the trunk I like you better when you're drunk I think it's safe to say I love you more this way You come out to play It doesn't happen every day The blender doesn't feel your wrath For giving you a bath You forgot the top Yet you're giggling while you mop I like you better when you're drunk When you've had mass drinks We don't suffer long-term jinx You laugh, then say, "Your jokes are funny" Instead of yell, "Most men make more money" Instead of giving me loads of crap You're demanding that I dance It's your first time on my lap Since I wore Parachute Pants You kiss me for no reason In "us" I am believin' You dust off your love, after pullin' it from the trunk I like you better when you're drunk When you wake up sober This dream will all be over I'll let you call the shots while wishing I was stronger When your body's out of Coors You'll ask to see my list of chores Then say, "This should be longer" I'll get mad You'll roll your eyes I'll wonder when it got so bad I'm dreading tomorrow morning It seems to come without a warning So please don't take this question wrong And all that it implies I know it's longer than you planned But will you keep a drink in hand Until I'm finished with this song? I like you better when you're drunk
Genre: Country, Americana
Mood: fun, happy, complicated
Instruments: guitar, drum, tambourine