Refill Needed

Could someone send me a lifeline?
Maybe just a light?
There's plenty of fuse lying around here
And I'm curious to know what's gonna blow.
I've grown tired of chasing bubbles through abandoned buildings. Crying over broken neon lights.
The silencing is deafening here in my desert of shattered glass.
I haven't spoken much for fear of what screams will slip out between the whispers.
The mockingbird keeps me company, lulls me to sleep with the echoes of my own whimpering.
I've named him Salt for the way my tounge shrivels in my mouth and my lips crack and bleed.
There's been dreams of whiskey rivers and tequila sunrises.
I could use a drink so bad right now I wouldn't even mind the ice.