My awesome satchel
Do I have nothing good left to say?
Do I need whiskey to start fueling my complaints?
People love to drink their troubles away.
Sometimes I feel that id be better off that way.
'Cause maybe then I could sleep at night.
I wouldn’t lay awake until the morning light.
This is something that I’ll never control.
My nerves will be the death of me, I know
I know, I know
So heres to living life miserable
And heres to all the lonely stories that I’ve told,
Maybe drinking wine would validate my sorrow.
Every man needs a muse and mine could be the bottle
City and Colour- The Death Of Me.