What can I say
I really have nothing for you
Not  a fond memory
No, not even one
At least not of you
I'd have to say the best thing you did for me
Was to leave.
Leave me to take care of my brothers
What's that you say?
Oh you thought my alcoholic father would
Take care of us.
That's funny, he was as interested in us as you
I guess he did at least stay.
I think he stayed because nobody else would have him.
But still he stayed.
I remember the ****** lips when he came home
We always hoped he'd have a good day.
Boy the bad days were sure rough on us.
Hell, we were little boys.
We weren't wise to the ways of the world
I never dreamed that a five year old child wasn't meant to stay home and raise his brothers while
His dad sat in the bar
Sat in the bar drinking away his sorrows.
I guess I should say I was a bit upset when I learned that you were found in a ditch
A ditch on the other side of the country.
Beaten, bruised, battered, naked oh mom who did this
Who did this to you?
I see, it was the man you left us for.
Mom, we would have never done that to you
So why, why did you leave?
It must have been for the adventure.
Boy, what an adventure it must have been.
You did pass your sense of adventure onto us
Yes all three of us.