"Michael Bucher is an American songwriting icon." ~Native People's Magazine

3 Time NAMMY Winning Musician & Native Teen Mentor

This

A funny thing about addiction, it treats you like a friend.
Back to all the good times, a party that won’t end.
It lifts you to a good place, cradles when you’re down.
Forget about your worries.
It’s all better now, except for this.
Oh except for this
This gives me comfort in the storm, my world has crumbled down.
It’s getting harder to explain all the trouble this has found.
The world’s a little heavy, this helps with the weight.
When it’s more than I can carry, this opens up the gate to hell….with this.
Oh to hell with this.
The day I slipped a little, I took this way too far.
I checked myself for damage, I was loading up with scars.
Ain’t nothin I can’t handle, ain’t nothin I can’t fix.
Tomorrow will be better, oh but now I just need this.
Oh to hell with this.
I don’t want any more of this.
This tells me I won’t let you go, you need me like your breath.
I’m woven through your fiber, I can bury you instead.
This dragged me through the darkness, I stood it held me down.
Forget about my freedom, it’s all over now.
Oh to hell with this.
I don’t want to die like this.
I don’t want any more of this.
Oh to hell with this.
I’m sitting at the crossroads, can barely see ahead.
This is shattered and has broken all the pieces in my head.
I don’t know how to shake this, I don’t know who to call.
My friends have all but scattered, my family’s all but gone
I call out to the spirits of the water and the wind.
I call on my ancestors all to give me strength again.
I call the four directions for the power they possess.
I call out to Creator, ‘Man pull me from the depths.’
Oh to hell with this.
Oh to hell with this.
I don’t want any more of this.
Oh to hell with this.
A funny thing about addiction, it treats you like a friend.
Back to all the good times, a party that’s hard to end.