They say to put the bottle down, that Ill forget my own name before I forget yours.
But the thing is, water doesnt burn quite like whiskey.
But the thing is, water doesnt burn quite like whiskey.
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And I know I miss you, I know I will today, tomorrow, for a while.
But missing you tastes better at the bottom of a bottle.
But the thing is, its going to hurt tomorrow either way.
Might as well feel a different kind of pain.
So, just, shut up and pour it strong.
Because I know, for right now, drinking helps.
I see the irony, no need to point it out.
Its part of why I am here now, drinking whiskey with strangers because water wont help.
Yes, I see the irony.
No, I do not need to hear it again.
But you taught me so many other things too.
You taught me that pleasure is about more than pleasing who I am with.
You showed me heaven, you taught me to find it in little moments.
But you also made me feel like hell.
You taught me that although actions speak louder, words can still break you.
Sometimes it only shows in their eyes.
Youre the one that taught me that pain wont just fade, you have to burn it away.
And water doesnt burn quite like whiskey.
