The 12th Step
©2002 sock drawer records


I hear noises outside my door...
They’re the kinds of noises you can’t always ignore

drunken lovers stumble to their floor
ain’t it funny when the everyday becomes such a chore...

the stairwell speaks of their arrival
creaking slowly up they spiral
held up by one another’s lurch
mister christ himself never had such a church

	you’re opening up that side door again
	and you’re crawlin up that 12step again
	it’s just funny, until one of us walks in
	and finds you trippin up that 12th step again

i hear the wandering echo of a gull
misjudgin’ the water, scrapin’ itself on a shell
i close my window to cut out its calls
and listen to the drunks as they knock into my walls

i light one up and splinter the match in three
with the window closed, the smoke is all i breathe