Oh, what can I do…
It’s back to the bottle again, and this one’s for you.

You never did give up rabble-rousing
Tormenting, corrupting, and ruining
All in the name of Love.

Well let me tell you.
Love never led me to do those things.
I never lied, never cheated (much)
Never drove people mad with my mind.
Never tied people up to my convictions.


No, all I did was love.
Pure love.
Mind and body.
Drunk every last precious drop of you
Like it was Four Dollar Gasoline
That kept my motor running
Kept my axles turning
My wheels spinning.
Out of control.

Crashing through the makeshift guard-rail of Concerned Friends,
Careening down the canyon to the final resting place of the Hopeful,
Where dreams are incinerated in a brilliant flash of clarity,
Where Faith is left to die, slung lifeless over the steering wheel.

Where my God tells me (or so I think)
That there is no hope to be had any longer.
Not for You, anyways.

And right now, I am intoxicated just enough
That I might actually believe Him, for a while.
Until my sober, senseless self seizes control again,
And I swirl right back into this mess,
This tragic spectacle otherwise known as Your Life,
That has made me into the very man? I am today.