The Whiskey Taster’s Flavor Guide

When the Smoke Clears

You want a moment
To take a breath
I said I’d wait for you
But you up and left

I’m back to chasing shadows
Running from the light
Can’t stop the bleeding
It’s a product of oversight 

If the pieces break
Can you force them back together
Is there soup for the soul
That’ll make my heart feel better

Bottleneck caught the promises
Straining the lies 
Not much left to work with
Eventually I’ll come down from the highs

Can I get a hit
To get from night to day
The chains are pulling
Cause it’s so hard to stay away
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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