a letter to an alcoholic
driving in the same direction, but to different destinations/
going down the same bad path, but with different fixations/
oblivion can be achieved in a number of ways/
but you choose to do it by drinking away your days/
you look away but I see your sad eyes/
the ones that well with tears, and won’t tell me lies/
I know you can hear me, but you go on with your drink/
living life at it’s fullest, living life on the brink/
on the brink of self destruction, and madness, and death/
but you enjoy the smell of liquor lacing your breath/
we lose so many to accidents where drinking to blame/
but you choose to down another shot all the same/
when will you understand that I love you, and I want what’s best/
I don’t want you getting arrested for not passing a breathalyzer test/
or worse, being the reason somebody doesn’t get another day/
I promise you, that feeling would never, ever go away/
please listen, I just want to ask/
when are you going to stop clutching that flask?/
when will you get the help that you need?/
please, I’m on my knees as I plead/
just give yourself a chance to succeed/