This bottle
"I do not have a problem
If that's what you think
Lock me up and tie me to this chair
You will never understand me."
"I do not have a problem
Why am I here?"
Mom looked at me
face full of tears.
"Honey we're here to help
I know this is hard to take
But this is not healthy
There are other ways."
"Do you really know what it is like
When the one you are with gets taken their life?
I do not care if it not healthy
Now that I am drunk
My emotions are empty
It is my only way out."
Dad gave me a stupid self-satisfied smirk.
"Son, listen up
There are more girls out there
Try to be tough"
"She was the only one for me
We loved one another
She made me feel happy
But what do you care?
Why now?
You were never even there
You left us long ago
You even stole our broken home
I have not seen you since I was nine
Since then mom stays up everynight crying
I used to dream of you returning home
But now I take it back
I want nothing to do with such a lame excuse
Cheers to the worst dad on earth
This bottle goes to you."
Dad got up
He was enraged
Yelled hateful words
And shoved me from my place
As he stormed off
I sat and laughed
I knew he would not stay
I knew it could not last.
The hidden bottle under my bed
Is calling for me
And after this
I am going to need a drink
The councilor raised from her seat
"How about we take a small break
I think we are all in need"
I rushed out of the room
To the bathroom they probably asumed
I snuck around the back
And pulled a drink out of my sack
As I pressed the bottle to my lips
All my worries began to slip
I kept going
Before I know it
The bottle is empty
I wobbled back to my chamber of doom
I looked around
People filled the room
The councilor smiled
"You are all here because you are in denial
This is an intervention
I am going to help
Solve the equation."
"Now I would like to here all of your stories
Who wants to go first?
How about you?
Yours seems the worst."
I had no choice
Why not just humor her
Besides I am so drunk
It will not even hurt
"I am so numb
What from?
I am so drunk
My girlfriend was shot
She died the night
That I was going to propose
It is just not right."
"I do not have a problem
Why am I here?
You think you know me
But you are looking through foggy glass
You will never see clear
This is an intervention
Let's intervene.
If that's what you think
Lock me up and tie me to this chair
You will never understand me."
"I do not have a problem
Why am I here?"
Mom looked at me
face full of tears.
"Honey we're here to help
I know this is hard to take
But this is not healthy
There are other ways."
"Do you really know what it is like
When the one you are with gets taken their life?
I do not care if it not healthy
Now that I am drunk
My emotions are empty
It is my only way out."
Dad gave me a stupid self-satisfied smirk.
"Son, listen up
There are more girls out there
Try to be tough"
"She was the only one for me
We loved one another
She made me feel happy
But what do you care?
Why now?
You were never even there
You left us long ago
You even stole our broken home
I have not seen you since I was nine
Since then mom stays up everynight crying
I used to dream of you returning home
But now I take it back
I want nothing to do with such a lame excuse
Cheers to the worst dad on earth
This bottle goes to you."
Dad got up
He was enraged
Yelled hateful words
And shoved me from my place
As he stormed off
I sat and laughed
I knew he would not stay
I knew it could not last.
The hidden bottle under my bed
Is calling for me
And after this
I am going to need a drink
The councilor raised from her seat
"How about we take a small break
I think we are all in need"
I rushed out of the room
To the bathroom they probably asumed
I snuck around the back
And pulled a drink out of my sack
As I pressed the bottle to my lips
All my worries began to slip
I kept going
Before I know it
The bottle is empty
I wobbled back to my chamber of doom
I looked around
People filled the room
The councilor smiled
"You are all here because you are in denial
This is an intervention
I am going to help
Solve the equation."
"Now I would like to here all of your stories
Who wants to go first?
How about you?
Yours seems the worst."
I had no choice
Why not just humor her
Besides I am so drunk
It will not even hurt
"I am so numb
What from?
I am so drunk
My girlfriend was shot
She died the night
That I was going to propose
It is just not right."
"I do not have a problem
Why am I here?
You think you know me
But you are looking through foggy glass
You will never see clear
This is an intervention
Let's intervene.