AA is for Quitters, So Where do You Go?

Choke on the words then spit them out.
There's no cure to this flourishing addiction.
To you, quitting just isn't an option.

It's the scent of your late night words
When they confuse me and make me agree
To this problem, a vile monster in the making.

I've come to a controversial conclusion--
We could fight it, but no one would win.
This demon could be the end of what we know.

I could never blame this on you, however,
Only to the extent of your self-inflicted addiction,
But keep me in mind, don't blow it off.

Too deep into this for medication or therapy,
The doctors can only treat the sick, not this.
They'll grimace and pretend they don't know.

We know, they're lying through bloodstained teeth.
Just keep this between us, under the wraps of
Tomorrow's conversation, and I'll lie for you, too.

Never mind the sighs, you knew what they meant.
Keep this to yourself, things won't change soon.
The broken quitter's promise is for my ears only.