You won't feel a thing

He stood before the rusted gate,
And peered wearily inside.
The house was still run down in grief,
And those friendly thin white lies.

But he lost his mind
And he lost his way
And the girl he loved just couldn't stay
So tonight
In spite of the bathroom light
He might just slip away

She stood her stance upon her post
And held steady as he charged
The alcohol fresh in his breath
His daunting smirk enlarged

But he made her cry
And he made her pay
And she couldn’t bare another day
So last night
With fright of that poisonous bite
She had to slip away

A child cry’s up in his room
As he lets the good times roll
His tiny eyes drowned in tears
No mercy on his soul

And he fells scared
And he fells hurt
But that’s not compared to what he’ll learn
Because he has front row seats to the final show
To watch the whole world burn