Last year when I got into that car wreck,
I wasn't sober I was intoxicated beyond help.
That night when I went to the emergency room
, I didn't care if I died or not.
Last month when they admitted me to the rehab,
I didn't want help;
because I didn't think I needed it.
I didn't want to get sober.
I thought I was grown up.
Last night when I went to that party,
I didn't drink.
But my friend Charlie did.
Today, I am going to his funeral
And I am sober..
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