Daddy Will Come Home

Honey, you've been looking into the glass mirror far too many times
Bruises taste like honey, cuts all well-defined
The edge of sour beating hearts, and then maybe you could see
You're all messed up, hair all down, honey don't you see?

Push your bangs away, and stare into reflection
Daddy will come home
He'll mend you, and take you, and absorb your tears
Cuddle next to him near the fireplace while the sores all disappear

Listen to me my dear and hold your grip
You're not helping your life, one bit
Bite your lip and say you're just as strong as he thinks
Daddy will come home, my dear.

Daddy will come home.