You hung up the phone And I asked you what was wrong Your dad has come to town, he’d like to meet I said “You don’t have to see him” But for whatever reason, you can’t tell him no
So we meet him at a bar You were holding my hand hard He ordered rum and coke I can’t drink either anymore He hadn’t seen you since the fifth grade Now you’re nineteen and you’re five-eight He said “Honey, you sure look great Do you get the checks I send on your birthday?”
I would kill him, if you let me I would kill him, quick and easy Your nails are digging into my knee I don’t know how you keep smiling
I wanna take your face between my hands and say “You two are connected by pure coincidence Bound to him by blood, but baby, it’s all relative You’ve been in his fist ever since you were a kid You don’t owe him shit, even if he said you did”
