The Whiskey Taster’s Flavor Guide

We'll Burn Together

Impulse control was just a mere thought
Who could've thought I believed you were hot?
Burn down the apartments built from our touch
Because fixing this mistake takes far too much
A risk which could end in paradise or poverty
And sacrificing things that mean a lot to me
Your record is longer than your achievement list
And your cuddles and your kisses weren't too crisp
Insist on a fix? Well, you better put in some effort
Take some money from your new girl, know you love to press her...

What can I say, your work effort is thinner
Than air in the mountains, you aren't a winner
You can try to seal the roof with the remnants of your heart
Perhaps you should have done this right from the start!
Copyright © | Year Posted 2026

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