Bourbon

Overcome by bourbon and ordinary talk.
All the things that own us are smaller than we thought.
Posture & pose, play & pretend, that nobody knows how much you (we) give in...
All the waking moments choosing who to serve... as for me & my house we fluctuate and learn.
Chemical built or marble & carved. Blood will be spilled & all of it's ours.
Not one we've made can help. We yell we cut ourselves.
Every half-assed promise, every running mouth. Think before you speak son, I haven't figured out.
Bridle & bit, saddle & tack, which is the beast & who's on its back.
Not one we've made can help. We yell we cut ourselves until we see... where it leads... where it leads we melt our golden jewelry...
I am overwhelmed.
I am overwhelmed until I see...



Credits
Writer(s): John White, Andy Baxter, Kyle Claude Jahnke
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