Hyperventilate.
H-y-p-e-r...
The father asked for a cliche
He moulded us in this way...
Wasn’t bluffing when I said
“It’s me or the whiskey...
So, what's the point in holding on,
if you cannot find a reason...
It feels like it's been,
a blink of the eye...
I think it’s funny,
that even in my dreams...
We’re all broken
We’re all in pain...
My favourite cup broke
Because of neglect...
Lonely nights shrouded by misery and fear,
Moon fades slowly as the stars disappear...
I still keep your flowers on the kitchen table
A reminder of what once was and no longer is...
How does it feel to be loved?
When you’re always being shoved...
I used to think it was cute
The way you’d beg and pout...