Some Days and Most Nights

Some days i just sit in my room and think Other days i put my faith in a drink But most nights i lie awake and dream of things i could not make Some days im full of hope and joy Other days i crave a soothing white noise But most nights i can hardly speak cause my minds a constant shriek Some days are good like no other Other days my own self creates a pother But most nights i need a hand, for im unable to even stand Some days i miss your voice Other days i just rejoice But most nights i drown my sorrow and lie awake till tomorrow Some days in my bed i float aloft Other days my mind sounds a scoff Because most nights i endlessly think and my mind does not focus until i drink