I thought everything was clean Not when you’re a dry drunk Things aren’t what they seemed I only desire the calm, live like a monk
I thought everything was okay Souls all around me, cleansing together Not with a dry drunk, not today I don’t know what’s going to happen, how do you capture
I thought I knew what was going on but I’ve fallen Down in the well, feels like a freezing hell Sitting there minding my own but the sadness just has to crawl in Oh, well from what I hear I can’t dwell
I thought you were going to do better I think a lot of things, most of them not still but racing I write to you sometimes in my poems that become letters My heart constantly pacing and my mind repairing itself and tracing
I thought you loved yourself and me Dry drunk, no role model I feel like a book falling apart by the seem You always find yourself at the bottom of a bottle
I thought you had more to offer And you do, you’re not always the dry drunk God watches over you and I love her A sense now of belonging, good luck.
My relationship with my inner self about being a dry drunk and my God is a woman.