Family Traits

How did you find yourself here?
I know it's been a while but I remember a face far less decayed
Manicured nails, hair without grays
I never suspected a thing
And then on that day

Perfume hid the scent
Of rum and cigarettes stained your breath
Sorry was all you could say
When your son found you face down on your sink
Your hands and knees trembling, my heart fell down to my feet
And I'm scared

Because we're both so alike with our addictive personalities
That some days I'll get so down
Someday I'll get so sad
And the bottle won't fulfill so I'll try something harder
Something that last longer that will take away the troubles in my mind
I bet it felt good the first time, maybe even the first few times

But if you could go back it wouldn't be the same
I bet you'd be a saint if you could have seen your face
Oh, how I wish there was a way for anything to change
I want to see you smile
I want to hear you breathe without the influence of substances that change the way you think

Oh, how I wish there was a way