He thought he'd be fine, but what he thought was fiction
Whatever he faced, he'd never to deal with any addiction
The Jack Daniels bottle whispered his name, constantly
It kept happening, it wasn't just his vivid imagination
Eventually he recognized the voice, and the truth
The voice was his, and this was a real temptation
It happened on and on, endlessly it whispered, wantonly
And Jack never stops, until he is thrown from view
"Liquor is one way out an'death's the other.” Tennessee Williams
