burn the rest.

make a fist that wrings the neck
the burning tongue that talked me down
sings songs of thinners
and bottle-split lips
but with no blood in my booze
you can take a swing
take your best fucking shot
because i see straight
and ten years just poured itself away
left my ears ringing
from songs of thinners
i know the words off by heart
so this ends now
and you're down and out.