Oh it all chalked up to this.
A leak in the ceiling,
A slap on the wrist.

And it never acted out.
Always stayed calm
even when you shout.

It held you tightly in place
Kept a warmth in your belly
a smile on your face,

But remember that leak in the ceiling.
Your floors rotting out.
And the smell of the dead
is really very stout.

Love you've got a problem
not a slight inconvenience
An addiction to substance
You'll soon need some credence.