the taste of Whiskey on my lips
Squirrel chatterin’ out the window
at the rainstorm ruinin’ his day.
soft breath against my back,
curlin’ up in the aches of me,
loungin’ in my crags ‘n along my thistles,
what i wouldn’t give.
the taste of Whiskey on my lips
Squirrel, chatterin’ out the window.
I got no reason to be up,
Love to go back to bed,
You know i got to go back to bed.
it’s still early yet.
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