Dysfunctional Life

I’m living in a dysfunctional home this takes me back to my forgotten youth No matter what I still feel I’m lonesome and just like back than I’m still seeking truth No doubt about it the holidays suck Emotions are high and the need for cash We wait anxiously for UPS truck No doubt it’s probably nothing but trash Sometimes good days come upon all of us but good days are very slim in this house because every day there’s always a fuss Sometimes I wonder I’m good without spouse The dysfunctional life last forever but twelve steps programs are very clever