Whiskey Don't Answer

Phone on the table, it's past midnight. Your name on the screen but

it don't shine bright. I poured one more, thought it ease

my mind. But the glass is as empty as your goodbye.

'Cause whiskey don't answer, it don't call back. It don't heal

the heart, it just fades to black. Every sip burns but it don't

make it right. Whiskey don't answer on a lonesome night. Cigarette ashes

fall like time. Another round poured, another lost line. Crying in the silence where your

voice should be. But the bottle won't tell me what you still mean to