Same old same old

Never again. Not going down this road again. I've finally learned. I am through.

People weave the words differently, fooling mostly themselves. The rest of us already know the story, beginning and end.

Reusing the same old paving stones they used to build the original highway to hell, they simply rearrange them, hoping for something different.

Same old stones. Same old ideas. Same old. Same old. Like people say, the road to hell is paved with good intentions, but hell is hell no matter how you get there, in a handbasket or on the wings of a dark angel.

They clean up the old mess, store the residual leftovers, swear to never do it again and then wait until they can.

It doesn't matter if they have traveled down this road a thousand times before.

There is only constant in both their lives: one addict is addicted to drugs, one addict is addicted to the addict.