When he’s not home
Means we move around as we please
But when he gets home the blood that’s in my head will
Freeze
A big bottle’s empty
Another one is still full
And when that’s all gone someone’s sure to get it
In the end
And when he’s home he’s home it’s not a home
It’s just a madhouse anyway
It’s two o’clock
Mom says we can stay home again
But at six o’clock we’d rather be at school
Again
A hand looms higher
Than a little face, it’s ’cause
He knows this child wishes he wasn’t here
Today