Have you ever tried whiskey

[Verse 1]
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.. 
[Chorus]
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.
[Verse 2]
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
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
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
[Chorus]
[Verse 1]
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.. 
[Chorus]
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.
[Verse 2]
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
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
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
[Chorus]

A sad country ballad with haunting guitar sounds