Betty Ford

I don't want to commit you again
I don't want to hit you ever
But something just has to be done
The whole thing is getting out of hand
Don't want you sleeping out in the car
Falling out on the bathroom floor
If I have to I'll load you up
Drive you all the way to Betty Ford

As the sun peeks through the window
For the fifteenth time this year
And you're sprawled out on the concrete
In what you wore to the party

I can own up to my actions
I can deal with the corresponding guilt
Something just had to be done
To tear down the walls you built

As the sun peeks through the window
For the fifteenth time this year
And you're sprawled out on the concrete
In what you wore to the party

As the sun peeks through the window
For the fifteenth time this year
And you're sprawled out on the concrete
In what you wore to the party

In what you wore to the party
In what you wore to the party