Low Light, Low Proof

Low light, low proof, that's how I take it
I don't need a fire to warm a room like this
Just a short glass and a slower kind of burning
And a man who knows how to sit with what he missed

You talk like the night still owes you something
I don't collect on stories I didn't live
I light this leaf because the quiet got heavy
Not because I got anything left to give

There's a ring on the wood that isn't a promise
Just a glass that sat too long in one place
I turn it like a little private weather
And I let it put a shadow on my face

I ain't your midnight sermon
I ain't your way back home
I'm the hour between the pour and the morning
Where a woman gets to be alone