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