if something said could serve as a thread to her wound I d
commit to it
I d tell my tongue to tell of it until it broke my jaw
until she saw
that from the bottles we break, her reflection s make
in this sea of glass, will she see at last that girl I ve seen
all along
such beauty, a prize she s closed her own eyes to
such value, a truth
I m just another addict with a different kind of needle in
my arm
another bottle in my hand brings a thought to understand
that we re all drunk, walking the narrowest white lines
ever drawn
going further than we ve ever gone
we fall just to feel recovery
we stumble into something sobering
I ve found it overflowing from the cup of God