All of It
You called me up at 1:30 this morning, so drunk you were repeating yourself over and over. I love you too. You can't just "unlove" someone, especially someone you write songs for after fifteen years. Oh *****, you've had an ankle bracelet on for five years now. You just got out of a 90 day rehab, and you call me up to tell me how much you love me. My God, girl. I've been putting myself through hell to stay sober for 2 years. You breaking my heart....again.
I'm not doing so hot myself. I have a lot to be grateful for, though. I went through six months of shots in the belly that made me sick as a dog. The shots worked though,. My condition makes me seem ungrateful even when I'm grateful. I still have to take all those other pills though, and they seem to make me dumb as a post. I feel like a 48 year old spoiled brat because I've been so blessed and so lucky and I still cry like a little baby, but it's ok because I have an illness that makes me do that. It is OK isn't it? In spite of it all, I'm better off than a whole lot of people in this world.
I'm having one of those "bad days" and you call me up at 1:30 in the morning so drunk you couldn't grab your butt with both hands. Saying, " I love you" "Sing me 'Green eyed Girl." If you get one more dirty **** test, you're going to prison for three years, but now I wonder if you're going to live long enough for another dirty UA. You've burnt your candle at all three ends. You're breaking my heart again. I'm not going to drink today, but I'm not going to sit here and say I don't want to!