Whiskey's Dead, You're Next

have you told her son about the alcohol and medicine or

the wasted days while friendships frayed where you could

barley carry your weight flip the lights down or pretend

you're not alone and spill the secrets you bought and

sold for rock and roll dreams have you told her son how

you up and leave all your loved ones how all the lies

slip past your tongue you choke them down like smoke in

your lungs