The only thing keeping me sober are a long list of responsibilities and a good head on my shoulders. Bottles and lines and colorful pills and pipes all at your fingertips. They’re lined with lies of celebration, when in all reality you know it’s an escape, a get away for yourself. All we want is to become numb, no thoughts, no control- because in those moments all aspects of how terrible your life may be disappear. Who doesn’t want that? Who doesn’t want to be freed from their demons? Freedom’s at your finger tips.