Just Another Addict

if something said could serve as 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 reflections make

in this sea of glass, will she see at last the girl i've seen all along

such beauty, a prize

she's closed her own eyes to such value

a truth, a truth

[x2]

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

[x2]

we fall just to feel recovery

we stumble into something sobering

i've found it overflowing from the cup of God