He listens close,
Standing in the doorway of his innocence
He should be sleeping but
His consciousness, this emptiness
Has been keeping him awake
His breath smells of whiskey & sour.
He didnât know any better,
That when he lay hands on his mother,
He was losing the title of father.
Hidden inside a childâs mind,
But watching through a childâs eyes.
Nothingâs ever going to be ok.
Heâll pray today but life will stay the same.
He looks into his sonâs eye
He says, âBoy, this is the last timeâ
Nothingâs ever going to be ok.
Heâll pray today but life will stay the same.
He screams,
âGet me out, just get me out!â
This tainted blood and this broken name,
Is killing him, destroying him
âGet me out, just get me out!â
You
better
grab
another
round
and
toast,
your
life
is
spiraling
down.
Hidden inside a childâs mind,
But watching through a childâs eyes.
Nothingâs ever going to be ok.
Heâll pray today but life will stay the same.
He looks into his sonâs eyes
He says, âBoy, this is the last timeâ
Nothingâs ever going to be ok.
Heâll pray today but life will stay the same.
âYou better drink that other round,
Youâll force it down.
'Cause when you wake up weâll be goneâ¦â