Problem Daughter - Alda, Small Things | Текст песни

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• Problem Daughter
• Alda, Small Things

Close your eyes, I’ll eventually take you there / I am the clown that cries, lovingly leading to the gas chambers / And I apologize for being unprepared / But I get you, believe that I do / Bless-ed, are we? Laugh about it now / Bury it down just a little more / Drank December, became volatile / I’ve lost control and bruised my hand on the floor / We're so proud of a man you can't become / Smile a bit, it’s ugly when you don’t
I’m the bitch fit you always throw / The great pretender replaying this bender / Your least favorite age, your fears, mistakes your faults / You never meant to call, or even talk at all, drink alcohol or like my songs / Is that so wrong or too much to ask for? / Like shit to flies I’m attracted to despair / We’ve gotten way too high and burned up by solar flares / And you may be right but I deserve to be sometimes / If only you were nice and I was there