I know I haven’t been the best daughter Running from the high water Dancing when it’s hell Letting you burn as well
We’re just issues with addictions Putting aside our convictions Sitting under bare trees in autumn As we both hit rock bottom
At least is was something steady Standing in the mirror getting ready Laughing in car with spare change in the ashtray Sitting a cafe sipping a single decaf latte
The problem was that every second was fake A figment of my imagination created to stop the ache I knew I could never please you I guess I wasn’t that see through You couldn’t tell I needed someone to turn to But you couldn’t help anyways, not the way that words do.