Give me five cups of ambition in the middle of the morning when my head already hurts and my eyes look like they’re about to bleed.
Give me five hits of courage at the bar in the dark so I can go home feeling like there’s someone lying next to me.
Give me five pills to make me better while I fight for the day.
Give me five fingers to write with times two if that’s okay.
Give me five bad ideas so that I can find the good, and give me five seconds of peace so I can figure out if I should.