Don't Make Me Talk

Don't make me talk, the rye's already talking
It says less than I would and it don't lie twice
I came here to let a cigar do the hours
Not to turn my chest into advice

You can sit. You can even look
You can't pull a story like a thread
I keep mine wrapped in cedar and brown liquor
And I only unwrap it for the dead

I had a highway version of this feeling
It was louder and it didn't last
This version fits in a short glass
And it don't ask me about my past

If I speak I'll ruin the temperature
If I don't, you might still stay
That's a better bet than honesty
On a night built this way