Distilled

Gonna start a fire, watch the sun hit the ground Got no desire, to put my whisky or this guitar down Almost empty bottle but the page is filling fast The liquor or the melody, we'll see who finish last Cause she burns all the way down And she flows like these thoughts into the sound And she knows, that i can't put them down Till the last drop falls into me And the last note falls from these strings She knows how to get it all out of me Distill my thoughts into words, like this whisky that i pour Melt those words into these strings like the ice i put in my drink I need to write this down before the next thoughts make it drown Before this glass can overflow like it has so many times before Cause she burns all the way down And she flows like these thoughts into the sound And she knows, that i can't put them down Till the last drop falls into me And the last note falls from these strings She knows how to get it all out of me