Lyrics – Daddy

Uncategorized | January 27th, 2012

I wish you had a better way
Of dealing with the hurt you have inside
I wish you could see the damage you cause
In the way you show your pride
I know it wasn’t easy
With the way that you grew up
I know it’s not that easy
To build a life on being tough

I’m wearing your pants on the outside
Filled with your genes on the inside
I hear your attitude
Spilling straight from my lips
And I wonder, am I that much of an asshole too?

Oldest daughter of the youngest son
Dealing with our angers and our pains
And I am my father’s daughter
Built from the same tall glass of water
Pouring out, feeling drained dry
Never giving up on a lust for life

I wish you could see
How your issues became our own
I wish you could understand how
The stubbornness makes her cry
She’s still a little girl
Drifting through this life
And for all the wrongs she’s done in your eyes
It’s hard to make it right

I’m watching you from the outside
But so connected within’
I hear your honesty
Spilling straight from my lips
And I wonder, am I that much of an asshole too?

Oldest daughter of the youngest son
Dealing with our pains and our angers
And I am my father’s daughter
Built from the same tall glass of water
Pouring out, feeling drained dry
Never giving up on a lust for life

I wish you could understand
Just how sexist you really are
I wish you could understand how words can cut
The same as a touch
And I’m not saying she’s always right
But that was so harsh
And here I am on the line
Trying my best to stay neutral

I’m watching it all from the outside
And it’s a wickedly dangerous game
Egos, and prides, and the last word stings
Biting my tongue so hard it bleeds
And I wonder, am I that much of an asshole too?

Oldest daughter of the youngest son
Watching your life unravel the tighter you hold on
And I am my father’s daughter
Built from the same tall glass of water
Pouring out, feeling drained dry
Never giving up on a lust for life

Oldest daughter of the youngest son
Feeling so detached from what I want to hold on
And I am my father’s daughter
Built from the same tall glass of water
Pouring out, feeling drained dry
Never giving up on anything but my own blood

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