It’s time for you to make a choice.
These are my feelings; This is my voice.



Another weekend wasted, and you’re still oblivious
That all the hops and fermentation make you so hideous.

You always support me with everything I do
But your support seems to diminish with a sip or two.

My whole life I’ve had faith. Faith that you would change.
But your personality with some merlot has always been deranged.

I prayed and cried but none of that worked.
The smell still remained. The wine still lurked.

I can’t wait for the day you are able to accept this
Literally, I don’t know if I can delay that bliss.

A father is someone I should look up to and laugh with.
For all I know, that sober, fun-loving dad is a myth.

An apology isn’t what I want. Not at all.
We’ll be here along the way ‘cause I know that task is tall.

Don’t get me wrong, you’re not a bad person,
But when you’re under the influence you constantly worsen.

Your potential is huge, and everyone can tell.
Although with each passing day, you destroy those brain cells.

You’ll probably get the shakes, the sweats, and the dreams.
You’ll fee better though, when it’s not in your bloodstream.

Go ahead stay stubborn, remain on your high horse.
Watch us walk out the door, then you’ll feel remorse.

I love you, I love you, I love you, I can’t say it enough.
I’ll be here when you need me, when things get too tough.