She’s scared to hear the thunder

That her mother can not fund her

Deep down in the basement

So her father makes the payment

With all those Philadelphia road trips

That never ever home grit

But he knows they sure do need it

So he travels there to feed it

 

There’s a fire deep inside her

Quenched with pool water

Free, breast, and butterfly, in the back of her mind

Of course he's running through it all the time

She pictures him perfect, but his flaws hit

cries, her room dimly lit

She still wants him to feed it

 

I’ll do anything for you, just ask

Your face, now, practically a mask

You say you have everything you need

But somewhere, somehow, I hope you’re thinking of me

I can’t stop! I don’t know when to quit!

Relieve me and just feed it.

 

He holds her hand to draw his heart

He never wanted to be apart

She saw him with her, stopped and stared

It didn’t mean anything to him, he swears

Said he loved her, at least he told her it

She goes back to him, to feed it

 

“I’m moving, never coming back,”

How did you want me to react?

Because now that you’re gone I want you by my side

But when you were there I was never satisfied

Do I cut you off here?

Do I simply let you disappear?  

Should I let myself keep getting hit?

Or should I let you feed it?