Within a small, countryside, two-bedroom house,
It's my ex-lover and I laying on her mother's living room couch,
There, seeing with drool running from her mouth,
I know, it's without a doubt, only because she's high as a cloud,

Though, in the midst of watching her nod in and out,
I begin to realize how much I love this woman right now–
Knowing her life could end any second with this route she persists to go down,

And albeit, a needle in her arm may be all she cares about now,
But still, I remember a time when our love was the greatest in town,
As it feels like it was just yesterday we were going to buy our own two-bedroom house,

But now, I don't know what to do,
As I check her pulse–
Realizing those dreams likely will never come true,
Because with her barely alive now,
A future with her only feels of gloom,

Yet, I thank the Lord for her and pray her life doesn't end in doom,
For at one time this woman was my best friend–
The one I told everything to–
The woman that I tried to give my life to,

Yet, with a tear, then two falling from my eyes,
I tell her "I love you"

Though I hear not a reply,
But still know she loves me too,
Because it's still her–
Just the drug inside of her tells her what to do,
For she means no harm and only wants to live again as normal people do,

Though, the reality within this room,
Is we no longer have space to grow,
But this woman–
I just may never be able to let go,
Because I'm afraid if I do–
If I let her go–
The drug will take her life with her next overdose,

And in this second,
As my thoughts ravage at my soul,
I wipe her drool away and pull her close,
Begin to pray–
Hoping one day she lets this drug go,

But until then,
We'll stay together in this hell with not a way to go–
Holding onto each other and the memories of yesterday's hope