I Learned To Pour

(Slow country-blues. Sparse guitar. Weathered, intimate voice.)

Verse 1
I learned to pray, then I learned to pour
Found a little quiet I’d been looking for
It didn’t taste like trouble
It tasted like rest

Verse 2
I wasn’t trying to disappear
I just wanted the noise to clear
Every worry, every scar
Every “you are what they say you are”

Chorus
I learned to pour
To make it through
The nights I didn’t know
What else to do
I didn’t drink to be wild or free
I drank to find some peace inside of me

Verse 3
It started small, just a little relief
Something to take the edge off grief
But the line got thinner every day
Between getting by and drifting away

Pre-Chorus
Funny how the thing that holds you up
Can also fill your cup

Chorus
I learned to pour
When I was tired of being strong
Holding it together
Took too long
I didn’t drink to ruin my name
I drank to numb a little pain

Bridge
Good girl in a hard place
Tired heart, brave face
Trying not to fall apart
Shaking hand, hopeful heart

Final Chorus
I learned to pour
But I learned to stop
I learned I was more
Than what I fought
I don’t need that fire
To feel alive
I’m still here
And I survived

(soft hum, guitar fades)

Warm, raw female alto. Barefoot Americana, gospel and blues with heart, dirt and grace. Intimate and true.