Returning home

The rain fell upon my head

As I walked to up to my door

Already drunk and ready for bed

I opened the door and fell upon the floor

I stumbled into my room

And stared into the mirror

I asked what I could do

To catch my falling tear

I strummed a sad, sad song

Through the dust on my guitar

I tipped more vodka past my tongue

And felt my tears begin to fall

With the bottle in my hand

And numbness setting in

I pushed myself to stand

And be my own best friend

A warmth grew from inside my heart

And I knew I was never alone

You were there with me from the start

Guiding me back to my home