Options by Cameron Whitcomb

The life lesson I learnt this week is that your life can change sometimes, and it can change forever. Sadly, I realised that I couldn’t handle stress and shock as I thought I could. To the point that I couldn’t focus to read, so I couldn’t use it as a tool. Music was my companion in the early hours of the morning, so in reality, I can share my thoughts on a few, but the one that spoke to me the most was Options by Cameron Whitcomb. It appears to be listed under the country genre, but to my ear, it has a pop vibe. It talks about the sensitive topic of alcoholism. The lyrics that touched me the most are:

“I open up the door I could’ve swore I triple locked
Invite my skeletons to come on in, with their hollow eyes and that awful itch
And we’re    through the air to tell a story”

To me, it means how easy it is to fall into a trap while you try to numb the pain that you buried, which can put you and your family in danger.

Options Lyrics:

s it a relapse if it’s just a drink?
A picture perfect party full of friends I used to keep
My favourite vices I used to need
Are lined up on the countertop, and they’re calling out to me
Would I still survive it, or have I lost my edge?
You’re never quite alive as when you’re shaking hands with death
Would I still remember how to lose my mind?
Oh, I’d like to think I might

I won’t, but I could pull that bottle off that shelf
It helps me cope knowing I could be that version of myself
Could disappear for a week, for a month, for a year
Wake up at home or in a coffin
It’s nice to know I got options

Oh, I can hear that quiet knock
I open up the door I could’ve swore I triple locked
Invite my skeletons to come on in, with their hollow eyes and that awful itch
And we’re chewing through the air to tell a story
Would I still survive it, or have I lost my edge?
You’re never quite alive as when you’re shaking hands with death
Would I still remember how to lose my mind?
Well, I might just give it a try

I won’t, but I could pull that bottle off that shelf
It helps me cope knowing I could be that version of myself
Could disappear for a week, for a month, for a year
Wake up at home or in a coffin
It’s nice to know I got options
Oh, I got options

Long as that devil on my shoulder and my angel keep talking
I got options
Oh, I got options
Long as my hell ain’t frozen over, oh, it’s nice to know

I won’t, but I could pull that bottle off that shelf
It helps me cope knowing I could be that version of myself
Could disappear for a week, for a month, for a year
Wake up at home or in a coffin
It’s nice to know

That I won’t, but I could pull that bottle off that shelf
It helps me cope knowing I could be that version of myself
I’ll disappear for a week, for a month, for a year
Wake up at home or in a coffin
It’s nice to know I got options

Just One More:

You tell yourself

You will have just one

Then just one more

Then you will stop

But then your thoughts start to play

Saying that everything you do

It will be a fail

And to your family

You are bringing just shame

No matter how much love

They try to pour into you

Alex