2018.05.14.
The Last Flower
Oh, I felt horrible this morningWhen I woke up and realized that
Drunk and for no reason
In front of my kids, I had hit my wife
This morning when I got up
So sad, she brought me my coffee
Her face swollen, I felt like a coward
I brought her flowers and won her over again
Her family told her to report me
I know because I overheard them
She said I hadn't done anything but love her
It was in the stairwell yesterday where I slipped up
A few days ago, I came home really late
I hit her again and this time much worse
I saw here determined to seek help
But she regretted it when I gave her a flower
A few days ago, she turned 30
And to celebrate, I got drunk again
The next day I woke up in prison
Please, someone explain, I don't know why
The judge told me hey, I'll remind you
You were drunk and killed your wife (what????? noooooo)
Shivers running up my spine, I felt so guilty
They gave me my sentence and I'll never leave here
Today is her funeral and I'm locked up
I don't know why she never turned me in
Sure, I'd be locked in prison, but at least she'd be alive
And now I can't even give her that last flower