Tell me how it feels to know you're going to die alone
No one will be surprised when they get the news
We've seen it coming years away
Toss the bones, and it spelled out the future clear as day
We emptied the vodka bottle in the sink
The bottom read R.I.P
Rest in peace
Rest in pieces like the glass shards on the floor
I bet you'd lick up the last drops of booze, all while cutting your fingers
Do you taste your blood? Or do you only taste the alcohol?
Light a match, and you'll go up flames like wallpaper
You're curling at the edges, turning yellow, and then blackening,
pieces of you fading away like you never existed at all
Casually drinking yourself to the grave, writing your own obituary
Here you lie, the best mother to ever live
At least according to you
Here she lies
A liar, a drunk,
a woman who was afraid of being alone
Yet was the reason why everyone left her
Pushed everyone away with your rancid, alcoholic breath
Slurred cruel words and acted like we could forget them
When they were carved into our skin
Called me a liar because I dared to tell the truth
Rose-colored glasses glued to your face
You can't rewrite our family history
Not when we all know
It's not a secret anymore, except to you
You lock it away in a box and swallow the key
Chase it down with some boxed wine
While we all bleed from the shards you carelessly leave
Press another bottle to your lips and claim to love us
I don't see the proof
Get in your car and drive away
One hand on the steering wheel,
another reaching for a new drink
You'll end up in a ditch
or in a hospital hooked up to machines
With no one to mourn you
Here she lies
Don't worry, mother,
I'll bury your precious wine with you
-K
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