Dopeless Hopefiend

When you were around I couldn’t understand why you wanted to leave

the love I had turned to obsession - you couldn’t breathe

I thought we were made for each other but my ideal turned to pipe dreams

so when substance turned soil too tainted to grow into a living thing

And the realization that you couldn’t cross the finish line in the foot race to stay clean

It was a three way phone call made through a mutual friend

this would finally be the last time - a short book with a sad end

Where your voice cut like ice hanging from an old gutter

so cold it shocked my vocal cords into a pathetic mutter

I am grateful and bitter all at the same time - a foreign feeling

To be put through a fiery ringer to get to a releasing reeling

I can say in the hole you left, roses grow from shit - I am healing

And if only one thing can be said for sure in retrospect