I won't eat for you
and I won't sleep for you
and I can't trust you
and I'm so tired, you won't fight
I'm too heavy and you're too light
The truth be told - that you fit the mold
for the hate I hold will knock you
over, burn up your face
and I take over this hurtful place

Dad & I

The creep embodied
behind shifty eyes
treats much discomfort
with your petty lies
So I'll just sit here and take up space
Just reassure me it's a hurtful place

Dad & I