Drunk Mother
Yes I love you
That goes without question
But as a child of addiction
That suffered beside your affliction
Time will tell what position
I am to place on a life
Of total submission
We had to accommodate
Because of what you became
None of us choose this
But we had to deal with it
Looking back I feel sorry for my father
Stuck with a wife he forgave his own life
To look after
No wonder he was miserable
But for 2 children he could have lived
A life much better happy and fulfilled
But he stuck it out
Till death do part
But I am still here
And so is she
And nothing has changed
The crying still sounds the same
The ability to tell the truth
Out of range
The only thing that stays the same
Is the Bottle's in the bin
And the tired old excuses
I stopped ignoring
Because they became boring
So long ago I can't place
A time or date
Because it doesn't matter
Nothing no longer hurts
After the 1st or 2nd million time
Because whats the point
You are not going to change
You will forevermore remain
Addicted to the bottle
More drunk than Mother
And you will never recover
Or be the Mother
Or wife
Husband and child
Wanted or wished
But that is our cross to bear
And that is not fair
But what the hell do you care
Come the morning you wont remember
And telling me you love me
And you are sorry
Rises like the morning
You can set your watch by it
But you buy it
Or rely on it
Stupid is as stupid does
But so is a Childs unconditional love
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