The Open Bottle of Wine Is Mocking Me

The sunset is a coke line
And the open bottle of wine is mocking me
I got my collection of pills
Stashed right by my bedside table
In a skull shaped cup
Not too far from the nearest bottle of
Tequila whispering my name
And something inside me says its okay
For one more drink
Cuz theres Vyvanse in the morning
And coffee breaks at noon
Whiskey shots for dinner
And Xanax bars to take the edge off
Then fall asleep for several hours
Dreaming in undisturbed peace
But the open bottle of wine is mocking me