Whiskey Dream

I hold the bottle

To my lips, hoping

To drown the voice

That cries

Out for you

I hope the

Dream I wish

For will be a
Whiskey Dream

I hold your

Picture to my chest

Like I was holding

Onto life itself as I

Raise the bottle to my lips

I hope the

Dream I wish

For will be a
Whiskey Dream

I cry into

The night for you

To be by my side,

Instead I find

An empty bottle

I hope the

Dream I wish

For will be a
Whiskey Dream

I drop to my knees

Beside a headstone

As tears fall from

My bloodshot eyes

A rose in one hand and a bottle in the other

I hope the

Dream I wish

For will be a
Whiskey Dream