Whiskey Sipper

Step back, put your weapons away
I’m going on alone. In time, as your mercy decays, we’re left to dissolve
If I was suffering, I’d cut the ties that were never meant to bind
But I’m so tired now
So you’re talking in rhyme
The rhythm escapes you
Don’t ask for more
Forgot all your lines, let it erase you
Don’t ask for more
Applause has the worth of it’s bearer
The cheers will bleed through with the laughter
Loose with fast hands, and fumbling into a rough noose
I've fitted better knots, but not without precious time
For some jobs cheap will do
Stole through weak locks, and often into a den of wolves
I've heeded caution some, but often not every time
For some jobs cheap will do
Step back, put your weapons away
I’m going on alone
In time, as your mercy decays, we’re left to dissolve
Bind my hands
We’ll settle this
Let the light, let the fire be forged on some higher peak
When you pass me by, let the flaming torch you carry rain down searing
This chemical let’s me breathe as carefully we plot our wars that never have an ending. The grievances you laid on me, spoken many times before, never were about me
Loose with fast hands, and fumbling into a rough noose
I've fitted better knots, but not without precious time
For some jobs cheap will do
Stole, frequent, through weak locks of passers by, and often into a den of wolves
I've heeded caution some, but often not every time
For some jobs cheap will do