his dealer was his doctor
her lover was her end
couldn't put down the bottle
that's how I lost a friend
how could I know? I should've known
what might happen tomorrow
what didn't I do
-right?
when I kept straight
and he went left,
left into the night
kept driving blind
no end in sight
now it's an end
to his story
I write
how could I know?
I should've known-
how to save his life
he offered it up
she couldn't refuse
couldn't purge the urge
to pick up and use
his love was my drug
only my love was true
he couldn’t use
what he couldn't abuse
and I couldn't stop
when it came to you











