Whiskey kisses

I remember the night I tasted alcohol for the first time. That time so happened to be the time I first kissed your lips. In the moment it was perfect. You me a truck bed under the stars, but I fell in love with the taste of whiskey on your breath. I can put a bottle of jack to my lips today, but it isn't the same. I can't find the taste of your lips in that bottle of jack. Who knows what you're doing these days. I wouldn't know. I was just a one night stand. If I remember you said you wanted to make it big. Head down to Nashville and sing for a living. But who would have known I'd be famous before you because of this one night, and how I'm not over you.