Her heart was set on whiskey Though he was bourbon Tasted sweet but burned Intoxicated her soul Filled her veins with the liquor his body sold Even if she knew his presence would only get her high to make her lowHe was a drug sweet and innocent Fully aware of the consequences she'd still sin for him Causing her slowly to drink her way through hell with every drop Love is tragic but this one's notChilled to the bone, rushed with adrenaline she was everything good for him Thoughts fought her mind She was slowly corrupted An internal battle she still wonOnly to feel bitter till her soul bled Which was only half the punishmentfor a hard headAll along the way she'd never heed the signs I guess this was just one for old times