Girlwhiskey

Kinda layin low -- a little girl with hands of silk
 A quick game of touch and go -- and the loss of words
 It's just the way things go -- flowers open, petals wilt
 Fingers lock and people close
 And minds wander down down down
 Lips pressed together -- too tight to speak
 A little taste to top the night -- then drift off to sleep
 And my girlwhiskey -- she goes down smooth and sweet
 It's hard to know -- what's exception, what's the rule
 And when the honest blade is cruel
 or when it's kisses that carve the soul
 Sittin in the park -- children play and children fall
 And children tear their friends apart
 Rebuilt to run again again again
 Mamas teach your babies -- your babies teach the rest
 There's some things those that know the least
 . . . they know the best
 And my girlwhiskey -- can you teach me to forget
 Now all alone -- a little bourbon wet and warm
 Off to dig yourself as whole -- a little trickle fills right in
 It's still good to know -- with all the cracks there's still no leaks
 And with the lights down soft and low
 No need to see so far so far so far
 It's too soon to write her -- but too late to call
 It's all spent in gettin there -- then free for the fall
 And my girlwhiskey -- don't need the girl at all