There are certain conversations that you only have in your head when you don’t want the world to know you’re depressed. You can’t trust your lovers. You can’t trust your friends. The only one who listens is the bourbon. So you drink yourself to sleep.
Twirl your glass around. Swirl the swizzle stick. Sip another down. Swill until you’re sick. And then sleep.
Sleeping comes easily if you stop thinking.
Thinking stops easily if you start drinking.
© Michael Salamone – Salatone Recordings – Michael Salamone Publishing