Last Good Sleep

At night i cover my ears in tears

The man downstairs must have drank too many beers

But one day you'll pay

Doomed to this kid that you fueled with anger actions

Disgust mostly sick most, never have satisfaction

Till your bones melt high incident clips and crumple zones

Hold a fix on you eternal, intruder interrupting my zone

Dwell the matter i must follow, why you proposed only the lonely know

Swallowed my mother when she was hollow

Who can blame a woman like her, singular parent

One love already dissolved and the solution left polluted

Two kids with a father who broke out as resoluted

So fuck it she needed love and you provided false clout

Stomping on the bottom man and i wish she just walked out

Knew you was jacked as a stepfather, bit my tongue on the issue

Next to stormy weather and forced tolerance but secretly vexed

Wish i would have spoke on it but why deny the bliss

Mom's with a new husband casting needles puncture pressure

Briefly lifted the guilt from a divorce snuffing her pleasure

Now you're all up in the family tree, come broken nuclear

With termites corroded in your veins and elected to drown the pain

But the pain couldn't quite die with a thrown back whiskey sour

Puritan, crushing moms between rocks for at least an hour

Until the day i die　x2

That's why

At night i cover my ears in tears

The man downstairs must have had too many beers

Now every night of my life he beats his wife

[until the day i die]

Until the day i die

Timepiece must've read early morning at least

So i lay death's cousin, woken by the sonics of the beast

That somewhere deep beneath me a fracture had seized at my neck

Breath was it, a flag that marked the end of my peace

Conference of the birds i heard my mother dove cry

Not absurd just routined i'd learned

Just keep my fucking grill locked and hope the entropy stops me process

Stepfather's got to fight verbally when his liver's soaked

And products come in bottles stuck with drunken last nerve up too close

But i couldn't sense the distinction from the other nights' livest wires

Ceremony's sparked again a dry one in comparison to this one

Handing crutches to my psyche, i was tripping

Huddled up clutching sis i think i heard a dress ripping

I should've reacted to that

But i didn't know the extent, please

You could've caught him in time

Yeah, that thought's occurred to me constantly

Now i've been digging my head and i don't know what he wants from me

Until one of us is dead i suppose

That's why

At night i cover my ears in tears

The man downstairs must have had too many beers

Now every night of my life he beats his wife

[until the day i die]

Until the day i die　x2

Much more than abrupt i heard the silence erupt

But it was just a touch of tough love that i heard from above

The calm and the climate confused me

The dawn was a floozy

Barely risen but still beckoning to me

The song of the night's events amused me, morbidly

In a petrified state i wait, to deadwood on duty

Just tempers flared i figured woozily

When all is dead and done a pair is just as fucking happy as they choose to be

Now off to where the wild things dwell for shuteye

The prospect bored me, awokened by the stepsounds coming towards me

A quick glance at my mom's darkened silhouette in the hallway assured me

So i sunk with the hope that hibernation would cure me

And slept my last sleep while i counted clone sheep

And dreamt about nothing for the last time ever

The ignorance was blissful just a recollection

Of the gift of innocent times from a merciful deception

Woke to hazy landscapes to find my world defied the laws my mind mandates

Patching jugulars with band-aids

The turn on you laid well above my bed

Were here and only barely through the shock of what her broken face told me

You should have known what happened

I was young and oblivous

He almost killed your mom

If i knew i could have done something

You'll never see him again

Yeah but i see him every night

And cover my ears in tears as he beats his fucking wife

At night i cover my ears in tears

The man downstairs must have had too many beers

Now every night of my life he beats his wife

[until the day i die]

Scott bivins

Until the day i die　x12