Drowning dreams in the toxic tonic

I’m at the bottom of my glass.
I can’t even taste the drink
but I’ll do whatever I has
to bury what I think.

I’ve barely slept a wink
and I trip and fumble as
I stumble to the sink.

God, I’m such an ass…
but I’m tired of the brink.
I’m looking to succeed, at last:
to bury what I think.