Post First-Love Pandemic
If I fell short of your expectations for me
Just know that I do not hold any of it against you
If I fell short of your expectations for me
Just know that I did not expect any better of you
And don't call me daddy
I'm no replacement for your father
If he touched you the way I have
That's sickening, I'm sorry for you
But I refuse to fill the hole
Slip your hand into his waistband
If it aids in your escape
But I'm hoping you can teach me
How to keep such a clean conscience
When betraying love
In keeping the company of deviance
If I'm anything less than a beast of a man
In your future conversations
I'll start doubting your commitment
To not owning your part
I'm playing my own the best I can
Juggling my heart from the ends of my fingertips
To the lump in my throat
And don't call me daddy
I'm no replacement for your father
If he touched you the way I have
That's sickening, I'm sorry for you
But I refuse to fill the hole
A game of charades to place the blame
Can we commit to calling this performance art?
I gladly accept the role of villain
Because I am sure of my heart
And the darkness from this
Will not enshroud my faith in myself
I am more
Than you anticipated
You are less
Than I expected
Together in this mess
We find our resolve
Just know that I do not hold any of it against you
If I fell short of your expectations for me
Just know that I did not expect any better of you
And don't call me daddy
I'm no replacement for your father
If he touched you the way I have
That's sickening, I'm sorry for you
But I refuse to fill the hole
Slip your hand into his waistband
If it aids in your escape
But I'm hoping you can teach me
How to keep such a clean conscience
When betraying love
In keeping the company of deviance
If I'm anything less than a beast of a man
In your future conversations
I'll start doubting your commitment
To not owning your part
I'm playing my own the best I can
Juggling my heart from the ends of my fingertips
To the lump in my throat
And don't call me daddy
I'm no replacement for your father
If he touched you the way I have
That's sickening, I'm sorry for you
But I refuse to fill the hole
A game of charades to place the blame
Can we commit to calling this performance art?
I gladly accept the role of villain
Because I am sure of my heart
And the darkness from this
Will not enshroud my faith in myself
I am more
Than you anticipated
You are less
Than I expected
Together in this mess
We find our resolve
Credits
Writer(s): Billy Lever
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