Family Traits - My Iron Lung

How did you find yourself here?

I know it’s been a while but I remember a face far less decayed

Manicured nails, hair without grays

I never suspected a thing

And then on that day

Perfume hid the scent

Of rum and cigarettes stained your breath

Sorry was all you could say

When your son found you face down on your sink

Your hands and knees trembling, my heart fell down to my feet

And I’m scared

Because we’re both so alike with our addictive personalities

That some days I’ll get so down

Someday I’ll get so sad

And the bottle won’t fulfill so I’ll try something harder

Something that last longer that will take away the troubles in my mind

I bet it felt good the first time, maybe even the first few times

But if you could go back it wouldn’t be the same

I bet you’d be a saint if you could have seen your face

Oh, how I wish there was a way for anything to change

I want to see you smile

I want to hear you breathe without the influence of substances that change the

way you think

Oh, how I wish there was a way