| Song | Reckoning |
| Artist | Whiskey Myers |
| Album | Early Morning Shakes |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| This house is cold and lonely | |
| This place is just a tomb | |
| It’s an old cruel reminder of the past | |
| That’s what’s left of me and you | |
| I can’t sleep in our bed no more | |
| Misery shakes me to the bone | |
| Even when I try to get some rest | |
| I cannot sleep alone | |
| So I hide from the reckoning | |
| I hide from the truth | |
| And I hide from the reckoning | |
| Till I’m lying next to you | |
| Till I’m lying next to you | |
| These prescription pills get me by | |
| At the bottom of a bottle every night is where I hide | |
| I hide from the fact that you’re gone | |
| And after all these years I’m all alone | |
| At the end of my road now | |
| On my way to ease the pain | |
| When I get there I put that cold steel to my head | |
| I squeeze the trigger beside your grave | |
| Hide from the reckoning | |
| Hide from the truth | |
| Yea, I hide from the reckoning | |
| Till I’m lying next to you | |
| Till I’m lying next to you | |
| Till I’m lying next to you | |
| Yea I hide from the reckoning | |
| I hide from the truth | |
| Yea I hide from the reckoning | |
| Till I’m lying next to you |
| This house is cold and lonely | |
| This place is just a tomb | |
| It' s an old cruel reminder of the past | |
| That' s what' s left of me and you | |
| I can' t sleep in our bed no more | |
| Misery shakes me to the bone | |
| Even when I try to get some rest | |
| I cannot sleep alone | |
| So I hide from the reckoning | |
| I hide from the truth | |
| And I hide from the reckoning | |
| Till I' m lying next to you | |
| Till I' m lying next to you | |
| These prescription pills get me by | |
| At the bottom of a bottle every night is where I hide | |
| I hide from the fact that you' re gone | |
| And after all these years I' m all alone | |
| At the end of my road now | |
| On my way to ease the pain | |
| When I get there I put that cold steel to my head | |
| I squeeze the trigger beside your grave | |
| Hide from the reckoning | |
| Hide from the truth | |
| Yea, I hide from the reckoning | |
| Till I' m lying next to you | |
| Till I' m lying next to you | |
| Till I' m lying next to you | |
| Yea I hide from the reckoning | |
| I hide from the truth | |
| Yea I hide from the reckoning | |
| Till I' m lying next to you |
| This house is cold and lonely | |
| This place is just a tomb | |
| It' s an old cruel reminder of the past | |
| That' s what' s left of me and you | |
| I can' t sleep in our bed no more | |
| Misery shakes me to the bone | |
| Even when I try to get some rest | |
| I cannot sleep alone | |
| So I hide from the reckoning | |
| I hide from the truth | |
| And I hide from the reckoning | |
| Till I' m lying next to you | |
| Till I' m lying next to you | |
| These prescription pills get me by | |
| At the bottom of a bottle every night is where I hide | |
| I hide from the fact that you' re gone | |
| And after all these years I' m all alone | |
| At the end of my road now | |
| On my way to ease the pain | |
| When I get there I put that cold steel to my head | |
| I squeeze the trigger beside your grave | |
| Hide from the reckoning | |
| Hide from the truth | |
| Yea, I hide from the reckoning | |
| Till I' m lying next to you | |
| Till I' m lying next to you | |
| Till I' m lying next to you | |
| Yea I hide from the reckoning | |
| I hide from the truth | |
| Yea I hide from the reckoning | |
| Till I' m lying next to you |