Its 3am and the only thing I want to hold is this drink in my hand.
Me and whiskey we have an understanding, he keeps me numb and I keep him company.
And so with every sip I am wrapped a little tighter in the numbness I crave.
It’s the pain of getting well that is too much for me to bear.
It’s 3am and I am drinking again, pulling away from my family and my friends.
They think I am strong but the truth is that it’s my friend whiskey that holds me up.
I have built walls around me that keep me safe from feeling.
It’s a solitary love that has left my soul bruised and my heart broken.
It’s a love that has been reduced to nothing but a bunch of memories and misery.
It’s the pain of getting well that is too much for me to bear.
