father

opened up a box of you

piece of paper or two

with my name written on it

and a question mark

who is this girl that i've made?

'cause i've been kept in the dark

and i've seen you once

father

in the fear of your belts and leather

and you were just about to tempter

there was distance

you're my spout resistance

and i cant believe that you still don't know me

'cause i am a mystery

so i separated all the things that i have hated

with the victories i've won

and the biggest one was you

you don't know my street or the size of my feet or

or the time it took to grow

'cause father these are things you should know

these are things you should know

knocked the breath right out of you

but what's a brown-eyed girl to do?

when her future lies on chasing paper

and all i get from you is; you're so clever" and "i'll see you later."