Sometimes I Think I Drink To Think

I feel curdled and hazy also mixed up inside Feeling all mottled and crazy and gingerly fried Just what was I doing that got me inside It was something left brewing and left til it fried If we bottled it up and served it to drink The world would go crazy a little I think To react before thought may lead you astray I lead with my thought to avoid the dismay Cannot bottle emotion but a spirit's a drink That can cause a commotion or a night in the clink I do believe in a life that will fill me with joy And fill me with wonder like kid with a toy Time to be quiet I'm mixing a drink It's so dog gone noisy and harder to think Get out of my mind these spirits I drink So I may be sane and able to think Sometimes I think I drink to think That might depend on what I drink