They said I was crazy, my friends, did they see?

They said I was nuts, strangers said that to me.

As I lay here tonight sober now for days,

YOU would think I would have lost those old ways.

Through these sober eyes I see, unhazy style reality.

The freezing rain hits the rooftop, the stereo plays on,

The fireplace burns, my feet feel warm.

My stomach aches. My stomach turns.

For one more night, my candle burns.

I see it all through sober eyes, reality in focus now, yet never so unclear.

My wick burns shorter, shorter still. How short it is, I have no fear.

My stomach aches. My sober eyes dwell on the fire at my feet.

My stomach turns. Sober, my mind shifts to smoldering internal burns.

Dude, you take me for a joke.

Don’t care ’bout you. But I do need a smoke.

© Sunshine