Holly Mcnarland. Dad & I. Zeneszám

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 and 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 and I