Stepping Stones

You know I hate to see you this way: highly medicated on the floor (This can't be prescription) 'Cos I can smell so much more on your breath Trashy room, on your back with your eyes to the sky (This scene defies description) So here comes another long night walking you home (These nights are always so cold) Once again, it was me or intoxication So two more sips and you're on the rocks again (Just two more sips, just two more sips) Tonight, on my shoulder, you're a constant reminder that this isn't worth my time 'Cos I've been losing the fight too many times And I'm tired of being second best