The Whiskey Taster’s Flavor Guide

Burn Out Pulse

If you care an inkling, you wouldn’t behave the way you do!
If you care,
If you care,
You be here, with me, now !!

Let me see what you’re doing,
Let me see what you’re doing,
Let me see what you’re doing,
Now!!!

Fruits of my labor,
Is never enough,
Never enough,
Feel like I’m not enough!

Take a ride, 
With the window down,
Drown in the ocean air,
Discover yourself beneath sea,
See what you are.

A burn out pulse 
A burn out pulse
A burn out pulse
Copyright © | Year Posted 2024

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