Father's Daughter
Always trying to be better
Than you were to me
Had to throw out all the letters
Just to help me breathe
And it's been some time and I moved on fine
But there's something bout it that won't leave the air
And I know it's been a while and you probably don't think about it
Half as much as I do and that's not fair!
I don't like to get mad, but I'm my father's daughter
I don't like to feel sad but my moon's underwater
And I know she gets tired of drowning on the weekends
But that's my only free time
And you gotta get it right some time
You only talk to me post-mortem
Some kind of god-to-be (god!)
Bleeding holy on my doorstep
To see off seventeen
And it's been six months and I gave in once
And all it proved is how much you don't care
And I know it's been a while and you probably don't think about it
Half as much as I do and that's not fair!
I don't like to get mad, but I'm my father's daughter
I don't like to feel sad but my moon's underwater
And I know she gets tired of drowning on the weekends
But that's my only free time
And you gotta get it right
I don't like to get mad but I know where I came from
And I don't want you to feel bad but really I can't blame ya
And sometimes I get sick of drowning on the weekends
But that's my only free time
And you gotta get it right some time
I'm my father's daughter
I am underwater
I'm my father's daughter
I am underwater
I'm my father's daughter
I am underwater
I'm my father's daughter
I am underwater
I'm my father's daughter
I am underwater
I'm my father's daughter
I am underwater
(Here we go)
Than you were to me
Had to throw out all the letters
Just to help me breathe
And it's been some time and I moved on fine
But there's something bout it that won't leave the air
And I know it's been a while and you probably don't think about it
Half as much as I do and that's not fair!
I don't like to get mad, but I'm my father's daughter
I don't like to feel sad but my moon's underwater
And I know she gets tired of drowning on the weekends
But that's my only free time
And you gotta get it right some time
You only talk to me post-mortem
Some kind of god-to-be (god!)
Bleeding holy on my doorstep
To see off seventeen
And it's been six months and I gave in once
And all it proved is how much you don't care
And I know it's been a while and you probably don't think about it
Half as much as I do and that's not fair!
I don't like to get mad, but I'm my father's daughter
I don't like to feel sad but my moon's underwater
And I know she gets tired of drowning on the weekends
But that's my only free time
And you gotta get it right
I don't like to get mad but I know where I came from
And I don't want you to feel bad but really I can't blame ya
And sometimes I get sick of drowning on the weekends
But that's my only free time
And you gotta get it right some time
I'm my father's daughter
I am underwater
I'm my father's daughter
I am underwater
I'm my father's daughter
I am underwater
I'm my father's daughter
I am underwater
I'm my father's daughter
I am underwater
I'm my father's daughter
I am underwater
(Here we go)
Credits
Writer(s): India Jane Walker
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