I have been craving for whiskey
for the comfort it gives me,
when all that lingers was your warmth
that went too fast like February.

Hand me a glass of whiskey
as quick as you can.
Catch me on the last train,
let’s escape the town while we can.

Oh, I guess I had too much whiskey
that I forget I am running away alone.
Just a little taste of whiskey,
sober enough to remember
to leave the things I don’t own.

But life,
it’s too short, too fast
to get drowned in whiskey.
And life,
it’s too playful, too painful
to have let me love,
but never experience you.