TIME BOMB

She was promised the moon and stars
In a rain-soaked coastal townscape
And she soaked up the wit and charm
Taken in, hook, line and sinker
And at first her head was filled
With the clichéd flights of fancy
Like a young girls bedtime story
Of happy ever afters

Going through all eight stages of grooming
Going through all eight stages of grooming

She only kids herself
She’s convinced he’s gonna change
Blindly optimistic daydreams
So curiously strange
But for him it’s just a cycle
Learned behaviour in the home
Angry father, bitter mother
And that’s all he’s ever known

She certainly saw stars
And she was frightened for their daughter
Stale drink was on his breath
Another sign of what’s to follow

Now she’s stepping out of line in time
With the ticking of the time bomb
Ego towering above her
As she walks into the door

With the sober morning comes remorse
Sober morning comes remorse
Sober morning comes remorse
Sober morning comes remorse
Sober morning comes remorse
Sober morning comes remorse
Sober morning comes remorse