She's the caffeine in your coffee
She's what you need to feel free
She's the nicotine in your drag
She's what keeps you from raising the white flag
She's the food you consume, so much so you make yourself sick
She's what eases you when you receive cards you didn't pick
She's the gambler in the casino on a late night
She's what helps him feel slightly alright
She's the centerfold asking him for more
She's what keeps his marriage from what it was before
She's the pipe in the alleyway in the hands of a fallen soul
She's why he's gone down the rabbit hole
She's the bottle in his hand that fills him with rage
She will always be by his side no matter the age
She's the guilt he carries with him at the bottom of his stomach
She's what holds his hand when he feels down on his luck
She visits and he'll always accept her invitation
She's how he stays numbed and doesn't offer life resignation
-A
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