Withered

I can't think straight without the bottle to my lips
I can't think straight when the bottle's not there
There, there, child rest your head
You said "Why, why, why must we behave?"

Is it pain to watch the children grow and stray
If they become more like you every day?
After all, it's by you that they were raised
Year after year they watched you as you caved

I can't think straight without the bottle to my lips
I can't think straight when the bottle's not there
There, there, child rest your head
You said "Why, why, why must we behave?"

It's easier to justify than to change
I turn my back on the very ones that I named