I don’t know why I started
A part of me changed when you left
I wanted something new
and also to forget.
It wasn’t the smartest option
at the time I thought had no other option
there was only one way to go
all the way down to the bottom.
Now, I’m here
sitting across from familiar strangers
all with a story to tell
our monthly gathering
to cope with it all.
I feel ashamed to be here
this isn’t where I belong
intervention took place
if only I was strong.
But there’s light at the end of the tunnel
I can see a way out
Jim has put his bourbon down
Johnnie is cleaning up his act
they provide me with inspiration
once a month at this gathering,
I’ll be back.