I'm taking on
the stronghold
of my whiskey.
It's warmth spreading
through me, my head
mellowing out,
bye-bye, insomnia.
damn straight it's worth it.
hell yeah, it's worth it.
all that crap
pounding in my head,
keeping me from crashing,
suddenly just poofs
into some far-off spot,
a ghost dot,
way out there.
doesn't matter where I'm at,
doesn't matter who's around,
doesn't matter who I am.
doesn't matter if
I skipped the pills
doesn't matter
where I crash.
no driving.
remember,
no driving.