Whiskey Tastes Better

To bury the sun

So pyrrhic a victory

Poetry in the shape of her hair

They get you like that, you should always beware

Beautiful was too clumsy a word

To touch such poetry it's fucking absurd

What were you thinking?

Just keep on drinking

Whiskey tastes better

We are the cracked, we are the shattered

We judge our competence by broken or battered

You're on the edge? Well take my hand

And we'll put our best feet forwards

We are the cracked, we are the shattered

We judge our competence by broken or battered

You're on the edge? Well take my hand

And we'll put our best feet forwards

All the parts of you that believed

In the tender times that dared to hope

Take them to the river like orphans in a sack

And drown them

Counting the time it takes to sever

Dying hands were to been joined forever

Oh God sometimes there ain't enough drink in the world

Sever the ties, damned be the past

You always know that hope never lasts

Whiskey tastes better when you've nothing left to lose

We are the cracked, we are the shattered

We judge our competence by broken or battered

You're on the edge? Well take my hand

And we'll put our best feet forwards

All the parts of you that believed

In the tender times that dared to hope

Take them to the river like orphans in a sack

And drown them

We'll render pure

We'll expurgate

Shut up you stupid fuck it's all too late

It's always too fucking late