Dunoon

There's no end, limit or conclusion for this tale as old as time

An ethanol soaked thorn in the side

Delusion well and truly set in stone

Discoloured flesh a warning sign

Danger doused in sepia tone

The consistency of disappointment is some feat

The next sip has always been the source of satisfaction

Addiction is a well-trodden path

And he's dug his fucking heels in

Ill-considered action is a slippery old slope

My wounds are a slalom and the salt is on tap

A quick fist fight with his offspring before he races me to the bottom for good measure

No ice

The smile wiped off my face, one too many times

One too many times

One too many times

One too many times

Rotten fruit falls on its own

One too many times

The sculpture is cut from the stone

Sink or swim, he dives right in

Right in

He's not waving, he's drowning, he sinks

Take him away, take him away, take him

My sweaty palm well braced for the coffin

I stand straight, face what loss is

Take him away, take him away, take him

The wind takes him

He's bound for where the bottle is

Each drop a fatal blow and I am past trying to soften in

A penny for my thoughts, a pound he does the opposite

A rigorous approach, when it comes to it, I bottle it

I could throttle him but he's my idol

Back on the bike plagued by a vicious cycle

And supposedly self-preservation is primal

But I fear he's left defenceless

Locking horns with self-denial

Only the very sweetest in this world are loathsome of their own delicious

But with that comes the strength to make honey from mess

From what I've learnt, it's never to late to be exactly who you were meant to be

It's never too dark to be hopefully because the light is always there

Even when it isn't switched on

You can stay in the dark forever

Or you can make honey from this mess

I hope you make honey

Sink or swim, he dives right in

Right in

He's not waving, he's drowning, he sinks

Take him away, take him away, take him

My sweaty palm well braced for the coffin

I stand straight, face what loss is

Take him away, take him away, take him

Sink or swim, he dives right in

Right in

He's not waving, he's drowning, he sinks

Take him away, take him away, take him

My sweaty palm well braced for the coffin

I stand straight, face what loss is

Take him away, take him away, take him

Take him, take him, take him

Take him, take him, take him, take him