At Peace

One night, they fought harder than they ever had. They had always settled things with a ‘sorry’ and a kiss. But not that night. He had started going at the bottle much more than he used to. He’d go out to the Copper Coin after taking care of his mother and her addiction. He hated her for never backing him up when that bookie would talk to her. He thought she humored him. And after that fight, he did the same thing. Went out to the bar and drank himself into a stupor.

“Where were you every night I woke up alone?”
Cold sweat keeps you up, “This ain’t no kind of home”
“Come pick me up”

“Damn those boys at the bar, damn the way that you drink”
Cold sweat, sleepless nights, when your hands start to shake
“Damn that pier where you sit, damn your vengeance for him
There’s no bringing him back, fucking buried and dead

But you can’t let go of that hero’s death
You’ve been left with, left with this debt
Couldn’t fight for your country
And your mother is an addict”

“How dare you?”
“How dare you?”
“How dare you?”
“This ain’t no kind of home”

“Come pick me up”

“Damn that man that you humour
Only wants one thing from you
Damn those looks that you give him
Parlour tricks and I’m played for the fool”

“How dare you?”
“How dare you?”
“This ain’t no kind of home”
“This ain’t no kind of home”