twelve years sober today...Cheers to I

My fist,
pumpin'blood
I risk, nothing
at all

My grin,
getting sore
I think, nothing great
no more

I ache to find the door
Until then I dance in the hall
The lights are dead the ballroom filled
with the sound of an'old tan---go
Candles all spent are making snakes - on the floor
Dressed in red a fucking fire on top of the world

My heart
pumping hard
Here and now
Near and how

I ache to find the door
I trashed and burned the fucken hall
The walls are dancing with the flames
of my wounded ego
Why did I -- lose you my -- heart
Dressed up for a fucking fire on top of the world

My fist,
pumpin'blood
pumpin'blood
pumpin'blood
I risk, nothing
at all.