You drink away the pain,
With the poison between your lips,
But what do you really gain,
When your memory starts to slip?

Your words become slurred,
As you speak into the phone;
Hoping to be assured,
That I'll always be home.

But a home is not a spouse,
Who drowns his sorrows in diesel,
A home is more than a house,
That's shared between two people.

A home is not "pass me another bottle",
Or a false promise of "this is the last one";
It's more like love on full throttle,
& "Baby, you're the one".

It's a family-in-the-making,
A promise of "forever"-just us two,
It's "my heart is yours for the taking",
Home, is wherever I'm with you.

It's three in the morning,
& You crawl into bed,
You pretend you're snoring,
When I kiss your forehead.

You look at me with those sorry eyes,
& I can't help but still love you,
You begin to apologize,
But darling, what's the use?

In your embrace,
I feel so small,
I kiss your face,
& Smell the alcohol.

There's a metallic tastes on your lips,
& An even stronger one on your tongue,
You grab me by the hips,
& Remind me that we're still young.

But sweetie, youth has no age,
& Neither does this cancer stage.

This is no rebel youth summer vacation,
Darling, this is homebound intoxication.