That Damn Couch
I had to move on.
In order to grow up,
Cause from that damn couch
Daddy never stood up.
I begged him to play
For just a half hour,
But he stayed on that couch
For two extra hours.
I begged for his help
When demons came and beat me.
They put me in chains
But yet he never freed me.
So I cried out in pain
But he didn’t hear a shout.
Like a tree in the woods,
My fall made no sound.
I jumped up and down
Hoping for attention,
But he looked straight ahead
At the tv station.
So I cursed and I screamed
A list of obscenities
Yet it still never turned
His attention back to me.
So with one last sigh
I made up my mind.
There was nothing left
Of my father to find.
His heart was too cold.
His veins held whiskey.
Let's face the facts:
He cannot ever love me.