Have you ever tried whiskey

Got a nightstand full of pills.

Got more conditions than you’d think?

Every doctor’s got a label

For the way I am.

I line ’em up like soldiers, pop em til my tongue goes numb

They all say it’s “manageable”

While I’m slowly coming undone.

And I just wanna say..

Hey doc,

Have you ever tried whiskey?

Through the day or before the sun goes down?

When the pills stop pulling their weight

And the silence starts getting loud

Yeah, I’m counting out bottles like blessings

Chasing sleep that never stays with me

Tell me, have you ever tried

whiskey, it’s appointment free.

Got a folder on the counter

Thicker than a phone book

Every page a different maybe

Every page the same lost look

They give me numbers, give me warnings

Say, “Son, you really should slow down”

But they ain’t there at 3 a.m.

When the ceiling’s spinning ’round

There’s a note on the fridge says “call me”

From a man with another degree

But this glass in my hand’s more honest

Than the things they keep promising me

[low vocal register] So I sip ’til the edges get softer

’Til the shaking in my hands lets go

[crescendo] If it’s all just a game of dosage

Then tonight, I’m going rogue

Got a nightstand full of pills.

Got more conditions than you’d think?

Every doctor’s got a label

For the way I am.

I line ’em up like soldiers, pop em til my tongue goes numb

They all say it’s “manageable”

While I’m slowly coming undone.

And I just wanna say..

Hey doc,

Have you ever tried whiskey?

Through the day or before the sun goes down?

When the pills stop pulling their weight

And the silence starts getting loud

Yeah, I’m counting out bottles like blessings

Chasing sleep that never stays with me

Tell me, have you ever tried

whiskey, it’s appointment free.

Got a folder on the counter

Thicker than a phone book

Every page a different maybe

Every page the same lost look

They give me numbers, give me warnings

Say, “Son, you really should slow down”

But they ain’t there at 3 a.m.

When the ceiling’s spinning ’round

There’s a note on the fridge says “call me”

From a man with another degree

But this glass in my hand’s more honest

Than the things they keep promising me

[low vocal register] So I sip ’til the edges get softer

’Til the shaking in my hands lets go

[crescendo] If it’s all just a game of dosage

Then tonight, I’m going rogue