Whiskey & Memories - Javo Calavera 💀💀💀 Blues-Country

Описание: Blues-Country

Whiskey & Memories

The night began with ice in a glass,
the city trembling beyond the pane,
your laughter lit up my worn-out chest,
and for a moment, there was no pain.
We toasted slow to a future home,
to walls we swore we’d build by hand,
talked about love carved into stone,
and all the dreams we thought we’d plan.
Sip after sip we swore forever,
your mouth tasted of fire and truth,
your tongue and mine burned together
with amber poison and reckless youth.

Whiskey and memories burning my skin,
the night kept whispering, “You’re gonna win.”
But dawn collects what the dark lets slide,
when the sun came up… so did the lie.

The first bottle died without a sound,
we cracked the second, no looking back,
it was Jack Daniel’s going round and round,
writing our fate in a label of black.
We laughed at scars we tried to hide,
naked and dizzy on tangled sheets,
we made a kingdom out of desire,
with trembling hands and tangled feet.
Your nails dug deep for something real,
my voice broke loose inside your sighs,
sweat and smoke and broken seals,
two lonely bodies telling sweet lies.

Whiskey and memories clouding my head,
your heart on mine in a borrowed bed.
The night forgives what the daylight denies,
but morning is cruel… it never lies.

We fell asleep with arms locked tight,
like shipwreck souls washed to the shore,
your back against me in fading light,
like nothing could hurt us anymore.
Then morning rang like a loaded gun,
a sharp vibration cutting through,
your trembling hand, your distant tone,
another man calling for you.
You said it was nothing, just history,
a ghost that refused to fade away,
but in your silence I heard the truth—
I was just part of your getaway.

Whiskey and memories stuck in my throat,
the empty bottle the last thing you wrote.
The night was ours, the dawn was his,
and love turned sour in morning’s kiss.
Now I drink alone with a broken faith,
to the taste of you I can’t erase.
Whiskey and memories, bitter and slow—
to what we were…
to what I’ll never know.

Autor: Javier Hernández ©️ 2026