You got sick on the drive home

You needed help up the stairs

The Christmas tree was an obstacle

The lights get caught in your hair

I get high off the moment

I come alive in that frame

It’s just so rare to be needed

To see light on your face

Head through the drywall

Fist through the side door

You put your family through bullshit

I hide your drugs in the floorboards

You leave without telling

I’ll find you late at the bar

I take your clothes from a stranger

And pull you out of their car

I justify it

This Christmas will be different

I’ll be the reason

I’m just glad

That you’re here to join us