Sobriety
When i drink,
I feel out of sync,
Can’t sleep a wink
(Stuck)
Busy trying to kill the think
The think is always in chatter
No matter the matter
Making me madder and madder
Diaphragm in patter
The think is a thief
Bringing up old grief
Stealing all confident belief
Can’t find any relief
The think just doesn’t stop
Until that can pops
Takes the edge off
Turns the think off, but for what tradeoff?