Have you ever met poison you wanted to congratulate?
I mean, a poison that works so good.
It’s hard to hate.
The kind of poison that if it were a lady
You’d dress her up and take her on a date.
Just to be intoxicated by her fragrance.
And debilitated by her taste.
See, I’ve met that lady before.
Her name was Hennessy.
She’d get passed around to all the fellas.
Until she had nothing left to give .
We were all running away from our problems.
Cause that’s just the way we lived.
A sip became a swallow, and then a desperate pour
Hennessy had cousins and they were knocking at the door.
Meet Johnnie, Jack, Don Julio, and the nearest uncle.
Dressed in Southern Comfort clothes, and standing in the shiniest moonlight.
This is what they mean when they say the party doesn’t stop.
That party after the date was too expensive for my taste.
I paid with my freedom, my money, and now my mental state.
So, the next time you see that poison on the shelf
Make sure you read the fine print.
Because once that bottle is empty,
You too, might have nothing left