Don’t Remember, But I Do

[Verse 1]  
I used to pour my problems in a glass of something strong,  
Let the burn replace the memories that stayed too damn long.  
Whiskey never asked me why I couldn’t face the truth,  
It just held me like a liar holds a promise to his youth.  

But every morning after felt like judgment in my bones,  
A courtroom in my ribcage where the verdict stood alone.  
The bottle slept in silence like it never did me wrong,  
But I remembered every heartbreak it had helped me drag along.  

[Chorus]  
Whiskey don’t remember, but I do.  
Every slurred apology, every night I never came through.  
It forgets the tears I caused, the bridges that I burned,  
But I carry every lesson that the liquor never learned.  
Whiskey don’t remember, but I do…  
God knows I do.  

[Verse 2]  
I saw my kids in photographs instead of in my arms,  
Saw the damage in their eyes from all my self‑inflicted harm.  
Whiskey never told me I was losing what I loved,  
It just whispered, “One more drink,” like that was ever enough.  

I missed birthdays, missed first steps, missed chances to be there,  
Missed the look of trust a child gives a father who’s aware.  
The bottle never warned me I was fading from their view,  
But I remember every moment that I chose the drink over the truth.  

[Chorus]  
Whiskey don’t remember, but I do.  
Every slurred apology, every night I never came through.  
It forgets the tears I caused, the bridges that I burned,  
But I carry every lesson that the liquor never learned.  
Whiskey don’t remember, but I do…  
God knows I do.  

[Bridge]  
Some nights I swear I hear the ghosts  
Of who I used to be,  
Sitting on the edge of beds  
Where my kids waited on me.  
And the bottle stays quiet  
Like it never played a part…  
But I remember every crack  
It ever carved into my heart.  

[Final Chorus]  
Whiskey don’t remember, but I do.  
Every broken promise, every “I’ll be there” I never proved.  
It forgets the pain it caused, the families it tore through,  
But I’m living with the memories that the bottle never knew.  
Whiskey don’t remember, but I do…  
And I’m done letting it choose.  

[Outro]  
Yeah, whiskey don’t remember…  
But I’ll never forget what it cost me.

Country burning down, hellfire & damnation, Dark Blues