The storm was atrocious
oh how it poured,
flooded and wrecked
slammed against emotional doors.
So many times I waved for a line,
you'd let me drown each and every time.
How could I cope, another assault?
How would i make it, was it my fault?
One day it stopped...the emotional rains,
I'd wised up, you were never the same.
Your taunts were like laughter,
which rolled from my lips
You stood there silent, I wouldn't relent.
Now out the door suitcase in hand,
out on your own you worthless man.
I'm okay, so is your son, we are afloat
and you're a drowning son of a gun.