I swear to all buggery hell.
You are the strong stuff.
You are the drink they serve
To kids just turned 18

Their first drink 'cause they were good
You are the top shelf scotch.

You are hard to stomach
you burn, you hurt.
You bring tears to my eyes
as I tell myself I enjoy you.

In small doses at least

I'll tell myself
'This is enough. I'm done'
Then I will head straight to you
'Pour me another glass.'

You let me make awful decisions,
hell, you make them for me
The only reason I'm still around
is 'cause you can get me hammered

I suppose that you are a good listener
And you're as transparent as they come
So I guess I'll keep you around.
Cause though it hurts, you're real fun.