I shrink until I am smaller than the bottle you sip from
Your lips feel the burn of the whiskey
And I feel the wrath of the sadness that has buried itself so deeply within your heart
The burden and the bottle have grown too big
And so I
I shrink to keep the peace
Dec 28, 2019
Dec 28, 2019 at 11:26 AM UTC
I shrink until I am smaller than the bottle you sip from
Your lips feel the burn of the whiskey
And I feel the wrath of the sadness that has buried itself so deeply within your heart
The burden and the bottle have grown too big
And so I
I shrink to keep the peace
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