Due in June

She don't know that
I'll be on my way
So very soon
She don't know that
The way that I'll be raised
Ain't nothing cool
Unexpected strike
Was made one winter night
I'm due in June
Tell her I'll be fine
Please don't give me time
It's for me to choose

And if they call me on a silver cloud
Asking how I got here
I'll tell them I'm just feeling proud
To even get to stop here
Some never get the chance to choose when they should even exist at all.
Ah-all

Don't make me live! Don't make me...

Momma keep asking for grandkids
But I just can't please her
I'm scared of this world, this world
And times feel so icy cold
That it's so hard for our hearts
And our minds to keep warm, keep warm
My bed with a young woman crying
And wondering if fate will bestow her child
File for divorce or just wait for a while
And "a while" becomes life
And you're left with looking back at the smiles
Back up the files, back 'em up now
Back 'em up just in case I meet my child
Just in case I meet my future denials
I can have a few songs, I can sing for a while
In this insane asylum
Full of pointless violence
I look to my own father's guidance
He laughs in my face
When I plead him my case
And says, "You ain't the only one frightened."



Credits
Writer(s): Benjamin Miller, Bernardo Garcia, Aaron Eckhart
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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