A Million Ounces

James Pierce was a close friend of mine, right up until the day that he died

He'd get up every morning, kill a fifth of tequila with a loaded .44 at his side

Cause addiction's just one more disease killing us and the ones that we love

No sense in praying it all away, there's no help coming down from above

When friends stopped calling, he stopped showing up to work and obligations

It's pretty lonely when there's nothing between life and crippling addiction

Then James showed up at our friend's wedding, the drunkest he'd ever been

Could barely stand, could barely speak, he almost fell into the band

He spent the rest of the night apologizing for the scene he had made

Cause burning bridges became his major past time and only trade