So here it comes again. That self-inflicted pain. The popped cork and glass. On your ass I got the wine and depression coming on so fast. Blinding intentions see the eyelids crash. Digging for dollars through the holes burning. Wine and depression yeah gonna win… I got wine and depression. And I'm feeling like I gotta move. Wine and depression the only mixed drink I approve. When the time and conditions drown this sinking thinking man, I screw myself, pop the cork, and let the river bend. So let me dive right in. Tears are my best friends. I'll wallow while I can. While I can… Maybe it's whining depression, I'm a little brat. When the wine gets depressing I'll try another hat. For now it's lamp shades and some belly laughs. I got the wine and depression it's a gas gas gas. It's gonna pass.