if something said could serve as thread to her wound i'd commit to it i'd tell my tongue to tell of it until it broke my jaw until she saw that from the bottles we break her reflections make in this sea of gla**, will she see at last the girl i've seen all along such beauty, a prize she's closed her own eyes to such value a truth, a truth [x2] i'm just another addict with a different kind of needle in my arm another bottle in my hand brings a thought to understand that we're all drunk walking the narrowest white lines ever drawn going further than we've ever gone [x2] we fall just to feel recovery we stumble into something sobering i've found it overflowing from the cup of God