I’ve been waiting for the day when me and you can just get away.

Escape, elope…I can’t cope.

Me and my conscious soul.

I’m sick of writing songs about my father.

When i’m sitting here and I can only think of you.

I think my long lost love song streak is over.

I’ve been waiting for the day my heavy head sinks into the pavement:

My brain explodes, my entrails show, my heart on my sleeve hangs low enough.

I’m sitting here still writing songs about my father when I just wanna write one for you: someone who cares.

I think my long lost parental love is over.

Twirl your emotions around as you dance with me.

world with love unconditionally is all I can see in you.

I’m still waiting for the day when this hate leaves your heart, it’s when your life starts.

But I won’t back you into a corner.

You’ve got to want it, no one leaning on your shoulder.

I think I’m done writing songs about my father.

If this song counts it’s the last.

Because this dark world where my mind takes me to is over here: