It Runs in the Family
I remember sitting on that golden couch, looking through the broken wall..
I remember seeing my daddy
My daddy, he was sneaking,
what he shouldn't have been drinking.
I was only ten years old, I didn't know what I was to do.
He assumed nobody knew, but I was now a holder of the secret too..
I watched some shows on alcohol and so my mommy knew,
if I brought this secret to her, this secret that could just maybe be fixed so it would never exist, it would just be to start some drama, to start a feud between us all.
Would she tell me that I'm only full of lies that are sick?
I wouldn't try to tear or family apart, but look at the path it's leading me down.
I remember, I was thirteen, sitting on the cold metal chair..
Around the corner, I could hear the bottles
clanking against each other.
I could hear him sob and mumble words out of his mouth
about him not belonging here.
I remember seeing my mommy cry, when he first struck her to the floor.
I was sitting on the soft gold carpet, peering around the corner.
I cried too, I knew, I knew, I should have told her the first time I saw him drink, in that very room.
She kicked him out, I knew, I knew
it was all my fault
I made us lose our daddy.
I remember sitting inside the laundry mat...
I was sitting on the table, I was looking out of the glass wall.
I could see my daddy,
I could see him with a painful expression on his face..
I could see my mommy,
I could see her eyes fill with tears.
They were sitting in his car,
the passenger door was ajar,
and that was when my mommy told me,
my daddy is leaving,
my daddy is driving far,
my daddy isn't coming back,
and that was when my mind shut off,
I couldn't think of what to say.
She said there was another girl..
I wanted to make him pay..
My mommy was better than anyone,
I can't believe he left..
I couldn't think of anything to do..
so in that very room, I proceeded with what I believed was best, to take what was left from my memories, to become one with the act of theft.
I took the bottles, I drank them until there was nothing left.
I was only sixteen, but I was alone, I was on the floor.
I remember sitting on the hard floor,
crying until I was numb,
I remember the blame being forced upon me, I remember feeling dumb.
I remember not leaving that room, and rejecting any company.
You don't understand, daddy, how much you have impacted me.
I remember seeing my daddy
My daddy, he was sneaking,
what he shouldn't have been drinking.
I was only ten years old, I didn't know what I was to do.
He assumed nobody knew, but I was now a holder of the secret too..
I watched some shows on alcohol and so my mommy knew,
if I brought this secret to her, this secret that could just maybe be fixed so it would never exist, it would just be to start some drama, to start a feud between us all.
Would she tell me that I'm only full of lies that are sick?
I wouldn't try to tear or family apart, but look at the path it's leading me down.
I remember, I was thirteen, sitting on the cold metal chair..
Around the corner, I could hear the bottles
clanking against each other.
I could hear him sob and mumble words out of his mouth
about him not belonging here.
I remember seeing my mommy cry, when he first struck her to the floor.
I was sitting on the soft gold carpet, peering around the corner.
I cried too, I knew, I knew, I should have told her the first time I saw him drink, in that very room.
She kicked him out, I knew, I knew
it was all my fault
I made us lose our daddy.
I remember sitting inside the laundry mat...
I was sitting on the table, I was looking out of the glass wall.
I could see my daddy,
I could see him with a painful expression on his face..
I could see my mommy,
I could see her eyes fill with tears.
They were sitting in his car,
the passenger door was ajar,
and that was when my mommy told me,
my daddy is leaving,
my daddy is driving far,
my daddy isn't coming back,
and that was when my mind shut off,
I couldn't think of what to say.
She said there was another girl..
I wanted to make him pay..
My mommy was better than anyone,
I can't believe he left..
I couldn't think of anything to do..
so in that very room, I proceeded with what I believed was best, to take what was left from my memories, to become one with the act of theft.
I took the bottles, I drank them until there was nothing left.
I was only sixteen, but I was alone, I was on the floor.
I remember sitting on the hard floor,
crying until I was numb,
I remember the blame being forced upon me, I remember feeling dumb.
I remember not leaving that room, and rejecting any company.
You don't understand, daddy, how much you have impacted me.