How many times will you pick it up,
How long will this last? How many times will I have to pry the bottle from your drunken hands.
How many times will you lie, how long will it take for you to apologize this time?
Do you remember? Because I do. All the times you’d promise me you wouldn’t do it again but yet my face seemed to be the only place your hands would land.
How long before I’m the one in the casket? how long will it take for you to realize I’m the only daughter you really had, the only daughter who proudly claimed you as her real dad.
But trust me, I know better now.