any drug that i choose will be problematic
that's always the case when you are an addict
like calling on medics, delusional, frantic
any drug that i choose will only cause havoc

and writing goodbyes on a hospital bed
making sure to each loved one words are carefully said
oh the thoughts and the prayers that go through your head
awaiting the moment you're dead

let a little grace shine again
GOD don't let me do this to myself again

it all started one night when i was sixteen
the glorious things were felt and were seen
and i called it my happiness, thought i was keen
but it wasn't far off that i'd be a fiend

eleven rehabs by age 24
i prowled around always looking to score
and doing this sometimes was more than a chore
for me whiskey's like rain, it pours

let a little grace shine in
GOD don't let me do this to myself again

now back the e.r. where i turned and i tossed
i went to get mercy, i went to the cross
and i thought of the things that i could have lost
i survived but don't give me applause

any drug that i choose the trouble begins
i've burned down the bridges to many good friends
it'll take time until i feel at home in my skin
i guess i got lucky again