Waking up to true friends at the door was
the best thing that could have happened to me
that morning. A pool of vomit and curiosity,
what the fuck was going on?
"I need to quit this" were my favorite words,
but i never did shit about it.
If it wasn't for the people that i have now,
i'd be in the same place i started.
Thank you, from the bottom of my heart,
it can not be said enough.
As i take another hit, i sort of wonder why...
Deeper and deeper, i dug my grave
and the further way i'd be from the one place that i thought about on sober weeks.
I never want to be like that again,
and nothing to remind me.
I love it here and i'll never leave,
this is my fucking home.
Never forget and never regret,
i'll always be out of step,
i'll always be Straight Edge.