It wasn’t the hazy late nights
Or the mornings torment
Not the forgotten names in my sheets
Or bruises on my feet
Not the serpentine temper
Or even the avoidable neglect
Or the deepest irrationalities
And disproportioned priorities
Eluding my transgressions has been simple
My moral code gets lost in the bottle
Ice cools the moonlit sorrow
The burn in my throat escapes tomorrow
But, this song
This soul consuming melody
Personified my pain
Gave my shame a name
It placed my principles at my feet
Directed my lackluster eyes to perceive
Reform was not only compulsory
But my turmoil is an escapable purgatory
Lyrics gushed off my spigot tongue
Chest rose and fell pumping
Released decades of pressure
Into my cars confining displeasure
The windows didn’t crack
The bass didn’t falter
No judgement laid in the wheel
I discovered the safest place to heal