There's no reason, there's no rhyme
I found myself blindsided by
A feeling that I've never known
I'm dealing with it on my own
Phone is quiet, walls are bare
I drink myself to sleep, who cares
No one even has to know
I'm dealing with it on my own
...
Way too much whiskey in my blood
I feel my body giving up
Can I hold on for another night?
What do I do with all this time?