Every family is just the same

What do you think before you leave?
Do you even go to any store to really shop?
Or do you go straight to the devil’s cavern to drown away your family’s faults.

I wonder home night after night the clock has already defied me beating past curfew
Not your curfew oh no, you never gave me one
I can stay out as long as I want, I can fall asleep wherever I want
No matter to you
But tonight it's no matter to me anyways, you’re all asleep
It’s so quiet inside, I stand before the front door frowning
Forgotten key’s on a hook in my bedroom
Cussing I walk quickly past my father’s sanctuary, his escape, the garage
Shoving the toe of my airwalks into the fence’s design I swing my leg over and jump into the backyard
Breathing in the brisk cold air my eye’s shift around

The tree’s my brother and I would climb in the summers
The tree I fell out of so long ago
The grill we ate from in the warm summers
The sidewalk my sister got paint on
The shed that store my childhood toys
The toy box that is long lost and forgotten
Yet I stare at the diamond shaped patterns in the fence
I remembered the anger when he pushed me
Not my brother, no my brother never laid a hand on me
It was he who did it
The damn devil’s drink always covering his breath

Walking into the back of the house I smile at the quiet
No one to scold me
No one to scream
No one to bitch at me

Yet as I lay in bed I can’t help but thinking

What do you think before you leave?
Do you even go to any store to really shop?
Or do you go straight to the devil’s cavern to drown away your family’s faults

My father’s a drunk
They get into fights, my parents I mean
My father’s a happy drunk
She attacks him, my mom is an angry women
I get to watch, or hide in my room
No matter to them, they don’t notice I’m there
Until I get sick of there screams and I try to make them shut the hell up
It never works
Once I called the cops
You can just guess how well that went over
My uncle bailed my mom out the very same night
I got to watch her walk out of the jail and into my uncle’s car

My grandmother’s house is my sanctuary
Yet I don’t believe people understand my parents
I do, when my dad says he’s going ‘shopping’
If he’s gone for too long, my mother always asks ‘where’s your father’
My line always ‘Getting drunk’
She get’s pissed every time ‘that’s a great thing to say about your father’
Couple hour’s later dad show’s up stoned drunk
That’s life
This is life
This is my life
It’s not that bad
Just a bit rough on the edges
I’ll get through it
Every family has these problems

Don’t they?