Sober To The Grave

Changing ways, they make him a better man The devils cards, deal him a better hand With just a touch of innocence Just a pull of the clutch, to prevent the incident But it’s not enough to be the same Improvise in life the game He waits till the day is over Three drinks from being sober, Just one away, just one way From saying it’s OK, and he wanted it that way Never does he fear And never does he feel His future like a boat Memories of his past are quickly sinking Ain’t no shame in being fair, He’s got no shame with having cared For the girl he left behind New towns, new faces Changing places, switching in his mind He blames it on his friends They blame it on the time Blame it on the alcohol, But never on his soul Just a drink from sorrow It’s the drink that keeps him whole Never short on change, But it’s something he can’t do Empty like a bottle, feels his life is through It’s seems OK to him, just seems strange to you Arms wide open, with his hands in the air Mind forced open with the drink in his hands And his time becomes frozen, like the heart of the man Lives his life equal but always it’s unfair No shame as he, to watch him, for him to Cry, as he sighs Watch him, and cry, as he dies The glass was empty but the bottle was new Drank his life away at twenty two Never cared for the thoughts in his mind Stayed devoted to those left behind Written April 21st, 2001 © on Feb 28 2002 05:56 AM PST   10 • 0