Bourbon

she's learned to sleep with the lights on, and waits to cry

when she's deep

stays out every night, comes in alone with his key

it's easy to justify... you smell bourbon when he breathes

affections when you can, not nearly once or twice a week

it's never what it seems

for these five days, the suffering is not enough... it's always easy

for these five days leave the suffering up to us...

when you're trying, and you leave

make the same mistakes again... still waiting for the lights

it's perfect when you need to feel, it's always the

worst things you need

as the bourbon lies again

for these five days the suffering is for us... it's always easy for you

for these five days leave the suffering as enough...

it's never worth it

for you

for five days leave the suffering as enough... it's always easy

for these five days I need suffering for us

and it seems... that it's worthy of indifference

for these five days leave the suffering to us