Burned Tongue Fury

I said I’d have one,

just to take the edge off

But the room got loud,

and my mind got soft

Hands on the counter,

jaw set tight

I feel the heat rise up in the bar light

One more sip and the patience slips Tongue too sharp on my

own two lips

I hear my name like a match struck fast Don’t wanna start

it, but I might not pass

I get mad when the bottle talks back When it turns my

heart into something black I don’t mean it,

but I raise my voice Alcohol makes anger feel like a choice (oh)

I laugh too hard,

then I slam the door

Say things I never would’ve said before

Friends look away,

like they know the script

Like they’ve seen me fall when I start to slip

I see my father in the way I swear

Hate that I’m heading right over there

So I breathe in deep,

put the glass down slow If I don’t stop now,

I already know (ahhhh)

I get mad when the bottle talks back When it turns my

heart into something black I don’t mean it,

but I raise my voice Alcohol makes anger feel like a choice (ooh)