Whiskey On The Rocks

Whiskey On The Rocks 11.09.14 Your breath smells like alcohol Your eyes are bloodshot red Stumbling around the house when you come home To others you're half, but to me you're dead You pierce my soul with your glare I looked for the man I fell in love with Behind the pitch black darkness Nothing. I found nothing there You've done this before Tossed me to the ground Pinned to a corner and against the wall Called me names; bitch, slut, whore. You'll do it again tonight Before you leave satisfied for a rest While the kids are sound asleep in bed And not a single soul in sight You raise your hand To present me with one whooping blow The seconds of time Tick; Tick; Tick All coming to a stand You swing at three Then it happened I didn't want to do this But you made me You could not have phrased it better When we smiled and exchanged our vows 'Till death due us part That had to come now, not a second later