

Prompt / Lyrics
[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]
Tags
A sad country ballad with haunting guitar sounds
3:13
No
1/1/2026