The Bullet or the Bottle

written by Jake Stilson

Whisper sweet nothings, expect no return 

Deliver me lovingly to the fiery yearns

A taste of the unknown and the pleasures that be

For the seeds that I do sow, I will surely reap 

If it’s the bullet or the bottle, well, I’m gettin’ wet tonight 

If you’re mullin’ on the throttle, just put it down tight

You’re out in the bush leagues, and nothing feels right 

It’s all you can to muster, just to show for the fight 

I still love 

I still love 

I love a warm night in the summer 

I love a cold night in the fall 

I love any old springtime night 

If winter ain’t the death of us all 

I love a cold night in the summer 

I love a warm night in the fall 

I love any old springtime night

If winter ain’t the death of us all 

If winter ain’t the death of us all