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.
Sep 22, 2020
Sep 22, 2020 at 10:46 AM UTC
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.
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