Reach For The Bottle
I'd love to stay and have another beer
and we could waste another year
saying how the last one was better
Do you remember the time?
Now, the only time I see you smile and sigh,
the only time I see that sparkle in your eye,
is when you smoke your dope and get another high.
I hate to see you
when you reach for the bottle,
reach for the needle,
reach for the little white pills
to kill the pain.
You think you're so wild with the bottle in your hand
slurring your speech, barely able to stand,
You're just a younger version
of your stupid, drunk old man.
When you reach for the bottle,
reach for the needle,
reach for the little white pills,
it kills your spirit
it kills your mind
it makes me sickand it makes me sad
It makes me wonder what happened to yu,
it makes me reach for the bottle too.
by Cindy Frane