Drowning at the Bottom - Albert Castiglia

I walked through the door babe

I see you doing doing the same old thing

You got the nerve to ask the children ask the children to pour you A drink

I began to wonder

Do you ever stop and think

Baby please don’t make me ask you

If I could see you drowning at the bottom of that glass

I tried so many times to tell you

But my please been bad

It’s not easy for the children

Your whole family feels the pain

Look at me baby

Look deeply look deeply in my eyes

See the tears running down my face

I know it’s hard for you to realize

When it’s all said and done

You’re still gonna keep on drinking

You’re children will only remember about the hole they dug in the Ground