She's got whiskey breath and a box of tissues.
She goes to work to find some hope within her day,
But she comes home and finds herself once again...in bed.

Depression has taken over her.
She has no feelings towards anything and feels numb.
The whiskey brings her the only joy and everything starts to make sense.

The shots brought her here...writing her depress non-sense.
Why does the alcohol bring her much understanding?
It's smooth yet hard liquid makes her feel high...like she is flying through the sky.

She doesn't know where this is going...she's been drinking since Saturday morning...
...she's just a drunken mess and deserves all of this