Clean

Ian:
Hi, my name is Ian
I'm an alcoholic, there I said it
Man, the ride is brutal
God, I need a drink so bad
I would sell my mother for a whiskey soda
If she were alive, but she isn't
Being sober might drive me mad

Still the rhythm of the alcohol
Keeps kicking as I hit the wall
I'm jittering as 17
Ten days clean

Hi, my name's still Ian
I fell off the wagon, now I'm back on
Man, the ride is bumpy
God, I love the drink so bad
Feel like I'm a little laddie playing football with my daddy
Getting all emotional, one minute I'm happy then sad

Still the rhythm of the alcohol
Keeps kicking as I hit the wall
Ninety days and counting now

This guy is coming round
There's a center to him now
And the music, he has finding ways to navigate somehow
A million wake unsound
Mother, head become un-cleared
Self-assured and bloody scared
Just like all of us these days

Come open the heart
Let in some love
Stay clean

Hi, my name is Ian
I'm an alcoholic, there I said it
Man, the ride is brutal
Beautiful and mad
Time goes ticking, life is clicking into gear
It's two years now that I've been sober
Best two years that I have never have

La-da-da-da
Every answer that I'm looking for
Always seems to end up at her door
So, what am I waiting for?
I'm clean!