flash backs
of relapse
and smashed glass
fractions
way back in the past
thrown in the trash
to take one more blast
and be turned for good
crystal ash
to shoot the soot,
before it turns to shit
to call my name
before it leaves your lips

whispered
how I missed her
as I kissed her
promises
no don't desert her

whiskey turns a kid
into a grown up
taking licks
shots out and thrown up
scampered sadly
through south street
reminding me,

I only know,
what I know
from what I've done
I only go
where I've gone
because I learned
trashed secrets
everyone forgot.