We bared our scars for all to see, with no shame just our hearts worn proudly on our sleeves. Drained of everything that we have you can pick away at every scab, but you will never bleed us of our love. The cuts may have healed and the storm has blown over, but with a slight gust of wind the knives could again dig in deep. The life we had on offer was one I would’ve rather refused. Your solace in booze, a father that I hardly knew – no point left to prove, just the bastard that we always knew.
But I had no choice and she had no say, so we cast our hearts in plaster and made our love our wealth – then together hand in hand we walked the paths you never dared to walk yourself. Your last chance rose with the glass then sinks with the beer, you swallowed every memory of every moment you held dear. The whiskey stains but the bottle won’t smash, with every sip you kid yourself it’s the last. Another prisoner of choices time will never mend.