I count every day since I got sober
because on my bad days it keeps me alive
I count one, twenty, fourty reasons why im better off without you;
when it hurts it helps me survive
but I do still wonder what youre doing
you seem to be doing better now
but then i hear that you relapsed, or using
and thank God that I made it out somehow
I have to remind myself that I'm powerless
but that doesnt mean that I could careless
You're just like me, weak when it comes to this
I can't make you feel better when I cant even take my own pain
but each day I stay sober, I find myself less insane
and each day I hear that youre doing better or worse
I realise that this deasease is a madning curse
I have to walk away and let you loose
in sobriety I found everything i was looking for
i left everything behind, said goodbye when I hit jails' cold floor
but this thing inside me doesnt give up it stands to fight
this deasease inside of both of us keeps me up at night
everything I thought I lost when I was using, I found it when I got right
In working the steps of the program, and I'm hoping you are too,
I'm no longer living active addiction, but active in arms of sobriety
It no longer clouds my judgement, but darkness still does cover me
but atleast now i can keep my head high because now im living in the arms sobriety
I wish I could give you everything that I found and gained
I wish I could impart to you the sympathy, love and knowledge I retained
I wish I could trade places with you
I wish you were living sober too
and may be you are,I can only guess, I dont really know
all I know is that were both powerless over this desease
but I grew tired of loosing my soul to watch it increase
so I fought and keep fighting for it to cease
cease to excist and cease to take me over,
i wish i could protect you and cover
cover you from that filthyness and that lie
cover you with the love and compassion but i
I simply cant even tho i try
im just as powerless over you as i am over this thing
im just as powerless over today as i am just about everything
i guess now i have to make choicess for just me
to keep moving forward without you,
in the arms of sobriety
i used to fall asleep in your arms till we would pass out
with a needle
now im in the arms of sobriety and i dont get to have either
it seems like you used to care so much, and didn't care enough
and i cared way too much
eventually you fell back in love with me and i simply fell out of touch
I no longer need you, and i no longer want the needle
yet i still love you but my emotions are feeble
and my heart is so broken and my skin so frail
in the arms of sobriety i signed the ending of our tell tale