The 80s Will Never Die.

Lies

Preaching that your words are holy,
Praying that we take them as gospel.
You forget your truth in a hurry,
Things culminate with you in a hospital.
Circling the drain until all that's left is burdened pain.
Waking up inside a nightmare,
Giving up so easily, too drunk to care.

In one ear and out the other,
Crying to your elderly mother.
"I fucked up I know, I want to change",
Save us the excuses, such a disgrace.
I'm sick of the lies and the fabrications you believe,
This world would be better if you decided to leave.
And I know that sounds harsh and cruel to the core,
But I don't think we can take much more.
I'm so sick of the lies,
I'm tired of these lies,
I'm done with these lies.

She gives you chances every other week,
And you waste them before she can even blink.
My grandparents are old and you use that to your advantage,
You think they don't know, but they know all about your cruelest antics.

I touched down on the tarmac at night one, cold October eve,
And my phone rang as soon as I got off the plane.
It was my dad, and everything he said, I couldn't believe,
"Jack mixed drink with pills, there's an ambulance at the scene".
I was two hours away but I rushed home,
To find my family in pieces, broken to the bone.
He woke up in hospital the next day and left,
Reprising his role as this family's tyrant.

I don't mean to make this all about me,
But I am so fucking angry.
Who the fuck do you think you are?
Putting your own kids in danger in your car.
You need to focus on your fucking recovery,
If you don't, we both know this won't end pretty.
Take your pathetic ass down to your doctor's office,
Cough up all the money you wasted on drink,
Spill your guts and confess,
And hopefully that will make you think.

You trick everyone into thinking your perfect,
Living life with a newfound confidence.
But, two days later, you're on the bathroom floor,
Wishing, hoping, praying for something more.
Why can't you just try and get help?
Put an end to this before something else does,
There's a rehab center down the road,
Why don't you try, and give that a go?
Because if you tell one more goddamn lie,
You'll wave your family goodbye.

On the flip side,
I feel so sorry for you.
On the inside,
I can't imagine what you're going through.
I wish I could take the demons in your mind,
And exercise them, watch them fade into the night.
I'm so sorry this is happening to you,
But, please, promise me you'll see this through.
This family cannot face another loss,
Please get help so we don't have to pay such a hefty cost.
I know I've been angry and I know we've not seen eye to eye,
I — and all of us — just want you to try.