Death By Alcohol

DEATH BY ALCOHOL

I'm shamelessly caring about myself,
putting all else upon a shelf.
There's only one thought that I'm doting on,
and that's, When can I get my next one?

I can't let myself run out again.
I stop at the store for more and then
I can't even make it out of the parking lot.
I open the bottle and take a few more shots.

The trembling starts to subside,
and once again I'm in for a hell of a ride.
I don't know where I'll end up this time.
Will I make it to work? Will I get fired?

It doesn't even matter to me anymore-
as long as I have my best friend on the floor,
waiting for me whenever I need a drink;
an automatic response, hell I don't even think.

People around me say to give it up-
that alcohol's the reason I have bad luck.
But they don't get it. They don't see.
To get through the day, its something I need.

The angel of death is lurking at my door.
That bottle's almost empty, have to get some more.
I swerve into the station and order up a case.
The clerk says nothing as she stares at my face.
She sees the same thing the others do,
but I'm oblivious to the impending doom.

As I crank up the truck and merge onto the road.
I see blue lights flashing and I start to groan.
There's no way that I'm getting a DUI.
I can outrun him. I just have to fly.

I'm doing ninety miles an hour down a gravel road.
Suddenly, I spin out of control.
After rolling and reeling the truck comes to a stop.
The cab is full of shattered glass and rocks.

Sirens are screaming and voices full of strife;
helicopter noise, and the Jaws of Life.
I fade into darkness and then see light.
The colors are so pretty and bright.

Then, I'm snatched away by a figure of gloom,
and taken into a wretched room.
"This is your chosen destiny.
The place where you'll spend eternity."

I look around at the fiery walls,
and see bottles and bottles of alcohol.
This isn't so bad, I think to myself.
I reach for a drink and the bottles melt.

They're out of grasp, no matter how hard I try.
I need to settle this aching inside.
Then I think back to the time when they came
to share a message of hope in AA.
If only I had listened to what they had said,
alcohol wouldn't be the reason I'm dead.