Add a drop of my old worries to a dram

Come fall upon my shoulders Scottish rain
And dissolve all of the worry that has hunched this back of mine
Let the hurt run down the drain to the reservoir
And one day I'll add a drop of my old worries to a dram

There are certain people that are able to enunciate my own internal monologue with greater aplomb than I could ever manage myself. Maybe one day I could drag out my thesaurus and accurately write something that would come close to giving breath to my own experiences, but today is not that day. Credit today goes to Scott Hutchison.