My son is a student
And he still lives at home
But he seems to drink more than he studies
And when he comes home at 3 in the morning much the worse for drink
He cannot differentiate between the bathroom and my wardrobe
My father has Alzheimer’s
And he still lives at home
He spends most of his time in a state of confusion
And when he gets up at 3 in the morning to answer the call of nature
He cannot differentiate between the bathroom and my wardrobe
I am at the end of my tether
I wish I didn’t live at home
Unfortunately I still have to work for a living
Yet I wake up at 3 in the morning to find my son, my father or both
In my wardrobe pissing in my shoes
