Whiskey drips off of my lip
it's sweeter than a kiss
and it hurts a whole lot less
and it hurts a whole lot less

The sweat pours down my brow and chest
I ache I must confess
and it hurts a whole lot less
and it hurts a whole lot less

My hands they shake in writhing pain
I write my mind to rest
and it hurts a whole lot less
and it hurts a whole lot less

The thoughts I crave I tossed away
I lie to myself at its best
and it hurts a whole lot less
and it hurts a whole lot less

I lock myself in darker cells
than nightfall could attest
and it hurts a whole lot less
and it hurts a whole lot less

Than to think of you
and what you do
on a night like this

who grabbed the matches
who burned the map
who let the walls
slip through the crack
the blues and reds
of an orchestrated flame
both burn together
both are to blame
but I don't care
anymore
the only thing
I know for sure

they turned our diamonds back into coal
and death will make a fool of us all
when I'm six feet under my stone will read
our hero's were villains we just had the same greed
we left our hearts to rot in the rain
we got too consumed playing Franklin's game
the wind blew the ground from beneath our feet
we wrote down the rules so that we can cheat

In a room
sits a man
dark in mind
pen in hand
we're all crooks
of our own device
some burn bones
and others pipes
In a cage
waits a truth
it's a monster
and so are you

they turned our diamonds back into coal
and death will make a fool of us all
when I'm six feet under my stone will read
our hero's were villains we just had the same greed
we left our hearts to rot in the rain
we got too consumed playing Franklin's game
the wind blew the ground from beneath our feet
we wrote down the rules so that we can cheat

I tried long to forget it.
Silky skin and smile.
I'd sooner turn my lovers lust in for a barren desert mile.

I pour the water from my lips.
To grow her gardens' rose.
I'd hang from my neck and let the vultures peck if you'd just let me go.

I grew up in the void.
Neither high or low.
In the desert air under a heap of sage where the lonely people roam.

Silence I learned to love.
Never others like me.
When I saw her face and no words came she just felt naturally.

We married in the spring.
I kissed her wary for the ember.
We were tenderness, a fiery hot mess that would burn out by December.

Her likeness to the seasons.
So often she would change.
As if my loves' affection were coyote on the mange.

She had a borrowed heart.
Her green eyes made me shiver.
Test the length of the rope and the fall from the oak.
But not the onset of her blizzard.

leaves they’ll fall in October
you looked good in autumn light
wind blew through your strawberry hair
when you walked out of my sight
                                          
I bet that you thought id choose to drive myself insane
I put on my shoes and went out walking in the rain  

I don’t mind
that you're gone

I never noticed that the moon stayed up so high in the midnight sky
or the taste of whiskey and rye   
I never noticed that the breeze smelled fresher than your old perfume
or that coyotes howl a western tune

I don't mind
that you're gone

If life’s so short I wondered
why the night time felt so long
the bottle asked me questions
and I answered it with songs

I couldn’t lie awake and let my poor mind think
I put on my shoes, and polished off another drink

I don't mind
that you're gone