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 glass, 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