Whiskey

I still can't sleep despite how hard I try,
Despite drowning myself in a thousand lies
In a thousand bottles of vodka so strong
I can't even remember how long
I've been laying here... sleepless...
Dreamless... fearless... lifeless.
And there's something comforting about the tock
Of this fucking never-stopping silver clock
That calls my name from the night
And the second I blink is the first fucking light
To christen a new day, to suck out my strength..
But who gives a fuck it's all still the same.