I won't drink again till Friday she assures him
-but she does
She sits with clouded judgement
bottle and promise
and clouded heart
bottle and promise and empty words.
Should it be this hard? - It shouldn't be this hard...
He sees her rise, get up with a sigh and leave only to come back with more;
more empty words
more empty promises
more soon to be empty bottles
She tells him of times gone by,
of times lost,
of loves past and
of the dreams she had.
She tells him how they were shattered,
obliterated in a
drunken moment,
and of how it has made her 'oh so mad'.
She tells him how
her lover left her when he heard,
almost five short years before
how she never got to choose her life,
all because the ****** tore.
and he's forced to hear it all once more;
and she sits with clouded judgement
bottle and promise
and clouded heart
bottle and promise and empty words
He's heard it all before
even if he is only
the tender age
of four.