When you drag yourself around when you look like sh**, I know you think about it the tempest, and when it will hit if this dependancy were to turn to urgency if this becomes more than just a thirst this week I can’t come back, I can’t bare to see you fall hard, face down without the ability to speak you’re fading now, your ashes circle the drain This isn’t it old man, please sit up straight 'Are you coming with me love?' it wasn’t fair to ask, to divide a terminal illness to multiply the loss 'at long last, my darling Persephone will you take my hand and remove this harrowing disease from me I’m so exhausted, I’m not sure that the kind of tired I am can be fixed with rest, but I swear to you, I’m doing the best I can With enough of his medication and a bloodstream full of alcohol a stomach full of poison, sealed in with Maxalon 21/10/ 91 'I cannot live without your father, please forgive me my son’ and side by side before his very eyes there they lie, intertwined and she bid a silent adieu to a benevolent life and to the world that you knew three sons and your infant grandchildren will walk beside you, through that valley, of the shadow of d**h I guess that things can never be the same not with this void running deep in my old man’s veins it cannot change, it’s plain to see you’re ready to leave when you heard a voice through the stereo, starting to plead 'hear our song, please just hang on' sing along to our message to you 'Don't you forget who'll take care of you' please.