What's Your Poison Tonight?

You're drunk and stumbling down the hall,
she screams at you,
but you don't care at all.
She's not able to tell you what to do.
You sob, pleading like a child
and a pang of anger runs through me.
You drive us wild.
Are you too damn drunk to see?

When you're sober you'll say you're sorry,
just to keep her from throwing her suitcase in the car.
Promise you won't touch another drop of whiskey,
promise to avoid the bar.
You'll get help for awhile,
but you'll break down again.
How far now, an inch, a foot, maybe a mile?
In the end it's the same old pain.

I see how hard you try,
and all you want is to stay clean,
but it becomes hopeless in the by and by.
You rid your mind of what you've seen.

Sometimes I'll sit and cry with you
or pick the last fight,
because I just don't know what else to do.
We'll spend another night on the tile floor tonight.
Does it make you more a man?
Does it mask lies with lies?
Do you do it because you can?
Can you see the hurt behind my eyes?