Sour pie I won't eat for you And I won't sleep for you And I can't trust you- And I'm so tired, you won't fight I'm too heavy and you're too light The truth be told - that you fit the mold For the hate I hold, willl knock you over, Burn up your face And I take over this hurtful place Dad and i The creep embodied- Behind shifty eyes Treats much discomfort With your petty lies So I'll just sit here and take up space Just reassure me it's a hurtful place Dad and i