there were certain days    that i knew you were drinking   fumes running on your breath   rum and coke   down your throat      eyes were rolling round   and you swore like a sailor   too drunk to let me drive   a glass of wine   in your hands all the time      and i won't say that i'm sorry   because you walked out on me   i still hear your   slippers scuffing the carpet   i'm waiting for an apology      i cried in the driveway   it was parked to impress   when he grabbed your ass   and went inside   now's the time   to run and hide      he's looking out the window   now he's looking at me   and his eyes open wide and shiny   do you want to go for a ride   now get inside      with his brown hair   and his big hands   he eventually   put on me   the old recliner   refrigerator   and scar of humility      summer and the swings   i was only a kid   i was high above the marigolds   down below   we watched them grow   windows open voices   falling out from the tress   the children playing down below   talking low   but talking low      and that summer is when it happened   when you couldn't look at me   when i yelled out   it's like you never met me   and i set his car on fire