It can’t be said I’m an early bird
It’s 10 o’clock before I say a word
Baby, I can never tell
How do you sleep so well?
You keep tellin’ me to live right
To go to bed before the daylight
But then you wake up for the sunrise
You know you don’t gotta pretend

I think I’ll take my whiskey neat
My coffee black and my bed at three
You’re too sweet for me
You’re too sweet for me
I take my whiskеy neat
My coffee black and my bed at three
You’re too sweet for mе
You’re too sweet for me

I’ve never been a drinker, in fact, nearly a decade bartending, and I’ve never been drunk. Some days I feel like I’m not missing anything, other days I feel like I wish I wasn’t afraid to get drunk, or have a drink.

For me drinking doesn’t really seem worth it, except in the case when you’re trying to date. I think when you don’t drink it makes dating a touch more difficult for a couple reasons. Going to get a drink is such a popular first date move and of course when you tell someone you don’t drink they assume you had a problem with it at some point. I guess I do have a problem with it, but not the problem people expect.

I grew up around it and I saw a lot of bad shit happen to people when they were drunk, I saw people make fools of themselves, and I never wanted that. It turns out you don’t need alcohol to make a fool of yourself as I’ve certain had my moments of foolishness.

I think this song hits especially for me because it feels like this story of this guy who is a bit dark and bitter, and most days I feel a little dark and bitter, like a cup of black coffee, which I also don’t drink. I avoid caffeine because it makes my anxiety worse, but like 10 years ago when I did drink coffee, I did drink it black.

I think the idea that someone could be too sweet for me is accurate. I think there’s this sort of darkness that I’ve always lived with, and sometimes I meet kind people who are sweet and bubbly and see the world through rose coloured glasses and I’m envious of those people. I see the world for the dark and damned place that it is.

I like to be kind to people, but I also live in reality, I don’t often see the good in a lot of things in life. A bit of a pessimist if you will, and that can be off putting for those really kind types, those sweet people who just want to see the good in everything.

I guess at a point after seeing enough things, you kinda slowly stop believing in good, you don’t really believe there can possibly be good in everything, because then how could you explain the horrible things that happen daily?

I think at the end of the day, I’ve reached this point where I’d like to work on my out look of life. I’d like to learn to see more good things, feel more good things, accept more good things.

Seems more often than not the people I meet are a bit too sweet for me,

You’re too sweet for me.

Where the skies are gold not gray,

J.