Passed out on the damp concrete stairs...
Along Lake Pontchartrain...
Surrounded by empty gin bottles...
Remembering nothing but my first name...
As I rubbed my bloodshot eyes...
Seeing nothing at all but red...
As Satan’s wicked minstrels play loudly...
Drums pounding in my throbbing head...
......
Driving down the deserted highway...
Feeling depressed and very lonely...
Thinking about the family that ignores me...
Believing that I’m the one and only...
The holiday season can be hard...
For some, it’s the bluest time of the year...
To be away from your loved ones...
I wish someone would lend an ear...
......
Here I sit...
In my bucket of sorrow...
Wondering if I’ll even survive...
Until the sunrise tomorrow...
The bottles of gin...
Which I consume each day...
Have destroyed my will...
What more is there to say...
......
She was a loving mom…
A good wife, too…
She cared for her family…
There was nothing she wouldn’t do…
She had three beautiful boys…
Her little ducks in a row…
They were always together…
They loved their mom so…
......
Searching for my courage…
One vodka bottle at a time…
Trying to find the answers…
To my drunken paradigm…
Battling my inner fears…
And countless insecurities…
Fighting those vulnerable feelings…
That always bring me to my knees…
......
Searching for my courage…
One vodka bottle at a time…
Trying to find the answers…
To my drunken paradigm…
Battling my inner fears…
And countless insecurities…
Fighting those vulnerable feelings…
That always bring me to my knees…
......
She was a loving mom…
A good wife, too…
She cared for her family…
There was nothing she wouldn’t do…
She had three beautiful boys…
Her little ducks in a row…
They were always together…
They loved their mom so…
......
Here I sit...
In my bucket of sorrow...
Wondering if I’ll even survive...
Until the sunrise tomorrow...
The bottles of gin...
Which I consume each day...
Have destroyed my will...
What more is there to say...
......
Driving down the deserted highway...
Feeling depressed and very lonely...
Thinking about the family that ignores me...
Believing that I’m the one and only...
The holiday season can be hard...
For some, it’s the bluest time of the year...
To be away from your loved ones...
I wish someone would lend an ear...
......
Passed out on the damp concrete stairs...
Along Lake Pontchartrain...
Surrounded by empty gin bottles...
Remembering nothing but my first name...
As I rubbed my bloodshot eyes...
Seeing nothing at all but red...
As Satan’s wicked minstrels play loudly...
Drums pounding in my throbbing head...
......