My thoughts are stagnant 
and my words obsolete.  

My expressions are ignored  
and my strengths muted. 

My feelings are degraded 
and my emotions gaslighted. 
And my worth... 

Completely meaningless to you. 

But as soon as that whiskey 
sits in your hand... 

And you take a couple swigs... 

It's interesting how fast 
my worthlessness to you 
can never be recalled.