Prodigal Son

Last night I tortured my head
I thought about all the things I never said
And I hated myself for not speaking out then
Keeping quiet, just being your friend
So c’mon I’ll carry the weight
I’ll be your father if that’s what it takes
You can’t paint me the villain or make me a prop
You can hate me for all that you’re not

But brother, how could you do what you’ve done to our mother?
You love her, I know
How do you stomach it?
Where will you run when the bottom it hits and I hope that it does
And you fall to your knees and you weep just for once
With the weight of our pain and the damage you’ve done
And you realize it’s time
You can keep living or keep getting high

I try to reach out and I fall
I’ve given so much and you’ve squandered it all
It’s the same story so many suffer and fall
With the family they frame on the wall

Brother, how could you do what you’ve done to our mother?
You love her, I know
How do you stomach it?
Where will you run when the bottom it hits and I hope that it does
And you fall to your knees and you weep just for once
With the weight of our pain and the damage you’ve done
With the shame and despair of the shell you’ve become
And you come back, oh come back
Our prodigal son

I don’t want to hate you, I don’t
I just can’t keep clutching, I have to let go
So I’ll try to accept that I have no control
But I’ll carry the hope that I hold