The bottled poison severed, our comfort zones
We were just kids, living a life of havoc
Mom pushed forward, we followed.
You clung to her knees, I traipsed behind, slowly.
There was no time to reflect,
The whiskey hanging over my shoulder
Had to do what I was told,
Else, there would be hell to pay.
I was better than he,
Yet, no one ever really told me.
Mom had her hands full,
I was to lead you by example.
Where are we going?
I do not know.
Wherever it is, know this,
The poison does not exist.