Relax

And for a while I had you

You were my shot of whiskey,

You were my NyQuil,

You were my novel to dream about,

You were the person to press against until sweet sleep washed over me.

And now I just have myself to beckon the sandman.

Yet if I was able to beguile him before, I know I can tonight.

But you weren’t just my remedy for insomnia