You always came home, a little too fucked up.
The bottle was your weapon ...
But you, I loved.
No matter the words, the hate, the shoves ...
You, I still loved.
Underneath all those drinks,
was a broken boy who refused a shrink.
But what you didn't know,
is that you were a little like me.
Yeah, I hid the pills under the bathroom sink ...
within a towel so they would never be found.
I was your target when no one else was home ...
but I still love you with an aching to my bones.
Four years have passed since I've heard from you.
Please just answer your phone.
We forgive you.
You are not alone!
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