You hung up the phone and I asked you what was wrong. Your dad has come to town, he'd like to meet. I said "You don't have to see him" but for whatever reason you can't tell him no. So we meet him at a bar, you were holding my hand hard. He ordered rum and coke. I can't drink either anymore. He hadn't seen you since the fifth grade, now you're nineteen and you're five-eight. He said "Honey, you sure look great. Do you get the checks I send on your birthday?"
I would kill him if you let me. I would kill him, quick and easy. Your nails are digging into my knee. I don't know how you keep smiling.
I love your eyes and he has them Or you have his 'cause he was first. I imagine my thumbs on the irises pressing in until they burst. I clear my throat and say we ought to get home. He offers us a ride. I reply "No, that's alright". And when we leave you feel him watching. So we walk a mile in the wrong direction
I would kill him if you let me. I would kill him, quick and easy. Your nails are digging into my knee. I don't know how you keep smiling. I don't know how you keep smiling. I don't know how you keep smiling.
I wanna take your face between my hands and say "You two are connected by a pure coincidence. Bound to him by blood, but baby, it's all relative. You've been in his fist ever since you were a kid. But you don't owe him shit even if he said you did. You don't owe him shit even if he said you did"
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