He was always risky Trembling legs my eyes grow misty Loving him felt like being tipsy, Only because he is just like whiskey.
He burns my throat when I utter his name Blistering my core with a seemingly eternal flame. My love, I don't know what he became For loving him has been my out most shame.
He makes me sick, but I love this pain That only he and whiskey can make me feel again, and again. the hurt is sweet, like sugarcane, Consuming me. From it - I will never be able to abstain.