Drip-drop, Tick-tock

Drip-drop, tick-tock.
Between the rain and that infernal clock,
I can't think.

All I feel around me
is an emptiness, quite the opposite
of the life that used to surround me.

I am all alone now
and nothing in this house looks the same.
And everyone is gone now.

And all I hear is...

Drip-drop, tick-tock.
Between the rain and that infernal clock,
I can't think.

They both left without me.
He said he still cared about me...but
he could smell the drink on my breath, again.

Now here I sit with the tick and the tock
and the drip and the drop.
But I wasn't willing to stop.
My husband, my son, they left me all alone...

With nothing but...

Drip-drop, tick-tock.
Damn the rain and that infernal clock,
and damn this glass of scotch.