Hours and Whiskey Sours Lyrics

Is this a game or is it a Bugatti
Is it a shame or a farce or a fantasy
I don't have a clue
Put it all on you
Is it a farce or a fantasy
I'm walking away now
Milking a dead cow
How does it feel
When you fall down
Is this all you have to give or give me up

Count the hours and whiskey sours it takes a tummy break
Stop and we'll float in the bottle
Quit and we'll go home tonight
If not
I'll drive home
Suck it up
To leave you alone
If not
I'll leave
And you'll be just fine
We were never anything.