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
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