The Fog

It's been countless hours since my last taste
what a sadly ironic way to go to waste

but I'm getting better now

roughed the darkness redefining my rhythm
clearing you out of my system
and waking's still not easy
believe me
still gotta pry these eyes open
every single morning of each day
knowing there'll be no surprises, no point in hoping
just phantoms forming every which way

You are in the thick of the fog

I let you in too deep
let you seep into my core network
and the deeper you got, the more it hurt
to not be able to breathe you in
so I've had to re-learn how to breathe again
it's the simplest thing but just not easy
i'm in control, i see you and control leaves me

that's when my hands start to shake
conjuring up our past
i slip into a relapse
so it's still hard to wake

or even hear your name mentioned in passing
getting over you is a battle everlasting
the appeal of you is so blinding of others
got me trapped in a fog in a world full of colours

but they say i'm getting better now

that somewhere inside, i have headlights to cut through the murk
it takes swallowing pride to get this to work
i gotta not whine or moan or bitch
or complain or whatever you wanna call it

Thank you all, my name's Rich
and i'm a recovering alcoholic.