You got your drinking whiskey
The kind that you sip to remember
You drink to laugh and cry
Scrap books liquified and bottled
With a cork and a price tag
Than you got your warming whiskey
The kind you drink to feel summer  inside your ribcage
The kind that melts the winter in your thoughts
and leaves you on the floor in a spring embrace
Lately I've been drinking whiskey
Strolling through the aisles seeing all the bottles
Debating on which is one or the other
And deciding on what kind I need most

Smoke on my bedside
Fires beneath my pillows
Sleeping with the demons
Minefields for dreams
Crosshairs by morning
Bells ring by noon

This lighthouse of a body turns
as the evening rolls in
This fog of a week has been
clouding the thoughts that circle
round and round inside my head,
I still do not know what it is that
makes these storms gather within myself
Still do not know how to make
all the thunder in me settle to a hum
I still guide the ships home at night
I still stand tall in the rain