I gotta tell you something Mom
and it's coming from the heart
You know your drinking problem?
well, it's tearing us apart
You're lying
while you're drinking
to the bottom of the glass
You're trying
but you're losing
and you're falling lightening fast.
I can't stand to watch you stumble
as you twist and slur your words
I can't bear to see you crumble
cause' you're so messed up and hurt
Your eyes, they focus past me
You're a victim and it kills
zero confidence
voice of sorrow
out to satisfy your thrills.
And you're driving
and you're aging
with every god-d*** glass you drink
You are DYING on your daughter
It's a problem, don't you think?