If every choice is the wrong one.
A.)Let her take the drugs
She’s a big girl and I believe
Some pot never hurt no one
Never let grades slip down a mountain
Never disintegrated once loving relationships
Never lost jobs, broken hearts.
Or even worse perhaps is
B.)Stop her right where she is
Tell her all those things you learned in third grade
About the power of drugs and oh my!
I’ll tell her the nuns wouldn’t approve
But playing mom is not the job for me
Is it? Could it be? They’ll call me a saint soon, should I save her?
And worse still, my last choice
C.) Tell her mother, the queen of all worriers
So she could never see her father again
And the whole thing would go to court
And money would be lost, tears cried
Lives ruined, then the drugs
Would be the least of our problems.
So I picked A tonight
In the flashing lights of the Restaurant
Not thinking of how bad it could be
How she could come home changed
An addict… could my best friend be an addict.
I can’t even decide whether I want to be her friend
But God, I love that girl
More than anyone, and these drugs
I don’t know why she wants them.
I just want what’s best for her
And she just wants to get high.