Honey and Ash

You take your whiskey like it hurt you first
I take mine like a slow good lie
Honey in the glass if I ask them nice
Ash on the rim if the night gets dry

Come closer, not all the way
There's a distance I like to keep
I can be sweet and I can be cinder
Depends on how you speak

Don't tell me I'm too much of either
Don't try to sand me down to kind
If you want sugar, there's a bottle for that
If you want the smoke, you can have mine

I'll pour you one
I'll light you one
I won't explain the mix
Some men want a hymn
Some men want a match
I can be both. Take your pick

You take your whiskey