Dad it's been three days since I found you,
They said you had died in your sleep.
Now I find myself drunk on *****,
At 5 am unable to get any peace.

I've handled it the way you'd think I would,
But I don't know how I'll fair,
When we see your open casket,
And all of the family there.

I just want to stay so drunk,
I don't have to see you lying there.
Even if my veins are filled with morphine,
I'm afraid it'll be more than I can bare.