Wine & Depression

So here it comes again.

That self-inflicted pain.

The popped cork and glass.

On your ass

I got the wine and depression

coming on so fast.

Blinding intentions

see the eyelids crash.

Digging for dollars

through the holes burning.

Wine and depression

yeah gonna win...

I got wine and depression.

And I'm feeling like I gotta move.

Wine and depression

the only mixed drink I approve.

When the time and conditions

drown this sinking thinking man,

I screw myself, pop the cork,

and let the river bend.

So let me dive right in.

Tears are my best friends.

I'll wallow while I can.

While I can...

Maybe it's whining depression,

I'm a little brat.

When the wine gets depressing

I'll try another hat.

For now it's lamp shades

and some belly laughs.

I got the wine and depression

it's a gas gas gas.

It's gonna pass