*Patricks pov*

I feel shocked. I look around the room at everyone and then notice Brendon sitting in the corner. He's behind this, I know just by looking at him. He's probably the one who told Pete. "Why?" I ask simply looking at him. "Because, Patrick, I'm tired of watching it destroy your life. I care about you Patrick, and yeah, I've never made a big issue about it, but I think it's way past time I started to." I just nod, I'm not mad at him, he's only trying to help. He looks at Andy before continuing. "You're my best friend, we've been that way since before we could even walk, and this is going to destroy you if it keeps up. I can't just stand by and let that happen. Please Patrick, you need to get help. Just consider it." I nod and look around again waiting for whoever's going next. Joe stands up and everyone looks at him, I'm slightly surprised considering I haven't seen him in so long. "Patrick, I used to be just like you. I'm an alcoholic as well. But then I met Andy and he helped me get clean. I'm so grateful for him every single day. I'd probably be dead in a gutter somewhere if it wasn't for him. Patrick, it's hard to get clean, but if I can do it I know you can too. Please just let us help you. It's not impossible." He sits back down next to Andy but Andy immediately gets up. "Patrick, the first step is admitting you have a problem-" I cut him off. "I know I have a problem, I've admitted this to myself already. You don't think I've tried to stop? You don't think I don't know something's wrong with me? I know I need to run dry but I can't!" I glare at him angrily. Brendon speaks up again, "it's true. He knows he has a problem." He looks at me "I saw your notebook, that song you wrote. How'd it go?" He asks. I look down and sigh. "It's called run dry and it goes like this.

One more shot and I'm quitting forever cross my heart cross my fingers.

I woke up this morning the room was spinning. I don't remember what I did last night. Beg the ceiling for forgiveness 'cause I don't wanna remember what I did last night. When I was drunk I might've said some things I didn't mean. There's nothing wrong with you, it's something wrong with me.

I'm running dry from now on. How come no one believes me?
Step one, drink
Step two, make mistakes
Step three, pretend you don't remember
Step four, drink a little more
Step five, I need to run dry, I need to run dry.

My livers killing me, but willingly. I'm going to tell whoever asks that I feel alright. I beg the ceiling for forgiveness 'cause I don't wanna remember what I did last night. When I was drunk I might've said some things I didn't mean. There's nothing wrong with you, it's something wrong with me.

I get drunk a little too much for it to be healthy. No one wants to tell me. Whisky? I'm trying to cut back. Wine? I'm trying to cut back.

They say everything in moderation but I'll drink you under the table. I-I-I I'm not just drunk, I really think I'm in love with you, baby. Ok maybe I am just drunk.

Step one, drink
Step two, make mistakes
Step three, pretend you don't remember
Step four, drink a little more
Step five, I need to run dry, I need to run dry.