It's Either You or the Drugs
She knew the answer before she even asks the question I can see the disappointment and sadness A tear in her eye, just waiting to slip the cornea and it will by god, it will
And I tense up before she starts her stream of accusations a fist, dead center of my drooping face I hate to see her cry, but it seems to be all I know how to do
Are you high?
The words punch like bullets and if I wasn’t already lying down I sure would be after that blow I know you already know, but I’ve got spunk and I’ll try and lie my way out of this Shaking my head like an excited dog
I didn’t want to see her cry but I never did think of the consequences Behold, my kingdom of impulse behavior
Why?
She adds an extra shot and I want to explain to her that this is the only way I can somehow find the will to like myself But I don’t and I just shrug once again leaving the only person hellbent on saving me with another nights of too stoned silent treatment
We’ll crawl into bad and she’ll fall asleep after silently crying as I drift off on my sedative ignorant of the tears beside me and even if I’d known there was nothing I could have done
and at the end of it when it was clear to her that I was going to always put my fix first she told me I chose the drugs and left me standing, confused and crashing We’ve never talked again since
