I wanted to stop you from leaving,
but you turned your back because I didn't make you a priority.
You walked away because I broke too many promises.
I knew as well as you did that alcohol came first.
So glass in hand, I watched you leave.
I didn't mean to put it before our love.
And I didn't mean to hurt you every time I did.
But it promised to be there for me, even if you weren't.
You've been gone a month now. And unlike me, it kept its promise.
I have alcohol when I have nothing else.
I have nothing else because I have alcohol.