we needed you to go to rehab amy. ripped off rehab-amy winehouse.

developing a habit

as easy as

falling down.

you flirt with 

danger and chemistry

to make a heady cocktail,

staggering from drink

to drink

to drunk

in an extravagant tango

that you call love.

we needed you to go to rehab amy.

you opened your mouth

and from a place divine

you filled the room

with the furniture of your life,

spinning your heartaches

like fine white linen,

dropping rare gems

like ice into bourbon.

moody blues and bloody ballet shoes

we needed you to go to rehab amy.

 you thought that you were

in love with love,

but what you craved was chaos.

sad that the music wasn’t enough,

sad that you failed more times

than you tried - and you did try.

so i get that you’d rather be

drunk than sad but we needed you,

we needed you to go to rehab amy.

now you inhabit

our thin places,

slipping in and out of

our everyday cravings,

singing self destructive anthems

to the loves and losses and alarm bells

that shape us all.

all soul and no body

we needed you to go to rehab amy.