Dip Dip
The liquor hits the floor
Wobbling and weak she feels for the door
Depression fills her body and mind
Hurting the middle daughter
Her words are so unkind
Belittling and bashing seem easier to do
Than dealing with her issues
One by one or even two by two
She's done screaming lies
She laughs a little when her daughter cries
Sip Sip
As life fades away
She passes out on the couch
And dreads another day
Her daughter is so angry
Yet, she still cares
Because although angry, she is more scared
She picks her mom up
And brings her to bed
Tucks her in the sheets
And kisses her head
The daughter walks up stairs
Questioning why she still cares
Climbs into bed
Drifts away with pain in her head
Dip Dip
The liquor hits the floor
