I guess the whiskey was sweeter than me
And the high off that ice cold snow was warmer than me too
I guess honesty leaves burn marks on a liar
You thought your secrets you’d take to your grave
But they live inside my brain
You’re a murderer
No, you don’t sit on death row
You didn’t murder much
Just my little ol’ soul
You gutted my heart
Stripped it of its worth
All the while I held close and protected yours
Tear drops on my saddle horn
Guess you never did care much
Didn’t matter to you that I was ever born
That’d be just fine
If you hadn’t gave me your word
Your world was too full of vices
Anything to numb the pain
If nothing else you gave me what you could of yours
The gaping wound you couldn’t heal yourself
I guess I’ll wear it around for you now
I turn all the lights off
Just me, the whiskey and words
Some things never change
And everything will never be the same
xoxo, Gussie
