He places you on the edge of a cliff he never intended to jump.
He waits at home for you as you I.V., and stomach pump
Nothing wrong with a little fun
As long as you’re the one
And now your staring out the window in a funk
He needs to be amused so he gets you drunk
You come to your senses to loot and plunder
And finds he has left for someone younger
You count your mistakes one by one
An inheritless, broken, prodigal son
You are not a toy so don't be played with.
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