F Dm
F
Unwanted, but breathing.
In the next room, sleeping.
D
My mother, shes crying and my fathers been drinking.
F F
In our run down apartment, where the roof is still leaking.
Dm
Hes cursing and cussing, its just the whiskey talking.
A# F
Ive got lots of memories like this one.
A# F
Of empty days and nights spent tired and lonesome.
A# A#
When I think back to all of it, its all too much, its all too much when youre
just a little kid.
F Dm F Dm
F F
My little brother, just a newborn baby.
Dm Dm
In the image of my mother, she says hes a blessing.
F F
But not to my father, oh how he hates him.
Dm Dm
An undeserving mistake. He calls him a burden.
A# F
Ive got lots of memories like this one.
A# F
Of picking sides and picking fights between them.
Dm7 Dm7
When I think back to all of it, its all too much when youre just a little kid.
A#
When I wake up in the morning it all feels like a bad dream,
A#
one that follows you and haunts you endlessly.
F
Ooh
(only drums and vocals until the Dm)
Broken and beaten from the abuse and the cheating,
Dm
the addiction, and the lying, and the promise of leaving.
F
While my old man was a bastard, I admired and loved him.
Dm
And Us two kids were born in to a family, not a fortune.
F Dm F Dm F Dm F
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