The bottle stands beside the bathtub Gold is the last colour in the room Every sip burns through the haze A brief fire swallowed by the heavy quiet My thoughts loosen from their anchors Drifting somewhere out of reach My head feels light The world moves slowly underneath me I lower myself into the water Warmth meets the whisky in my stomach My whole body tingles Then slowly loses feeling The pills take me further away It feels like stepping out of my own skin Steam fills the bathroom The sharp smell of whisky clings to my lips My eyelids grow impossibly heavy The room begins to blur There is a strange kind of comfort In the silence gathering around me The liquid blanket, gold and grey Wrapped around a tired soul The water rises against my skin The room becomes smaller The light fades from the mirror I can't tell what I can feel Just the sound inside my own head A strange kind of comfort My body grows harder to control The water moves against my face The world beyond the bathroom Feels further away with every breath A distant ocean fills my ears A sound I barely recognise Everything becomes a blur As the darkness closes in The blood inside my head Sounds like the sea inside a shell The bathroom falls away My thoughts dissolve into the sound I can no longer trust the quiet I can no longer read my body The water holds its silence The room keeps closing in The liquid blanket, gold and grey Wrapped around a tired soul The water rises against my skin The room becomes smaller The light fades from the mirror I can't tell what I can feel Just the sound inside my own head A strange kind of comfort The bottle stands beside the bathtub Gold is the last colour in the room The water moves in silence The mirror holds its breath
