When you come in, you come in with a bang
You're plastered
hammered
three sheets to the wind
We all know what's coming
"kids, in your rooms.
Daddy and I have to talk."
And this is how life is
day after day.
week after week.
month after month.
year.
after.
******.
year.
We dream of escape
leaving you and Chicago
and buying a nice little cabin out in the country
But for now, it matters not
We don't have the money
Only you
And a collection of bruises
cuts
scars.
Someday
oh, someday
we'll leave you
and your **** *****.