We've Got Your Back

On the dashboard assembled
In descending height order
Half a decade of Father's Day
Gifts her mother bought for her, never passed on
Puffy eyes, nasty reaction
Doe eyes, you're kidding yourself

I learnt remedial Spanish from a toddler
Passenger seat of father's taxi
Cussing in unison
Clutching receipts and deceased handwriting
Filled with a sense of great disappointment
Doe eyes, you're kidding yourself

And so fucking on
And so fucking forth
We've got your back, whatever that's worth
If your hero told you to go huff a sharpie, what would you do?
(I do not know)
Every girl I ever kissed I was thinking of a pro footballer
For you should know

I've learned more from toilet walls
Than I've learned from these words of yours
Your feelings are buried in scriptures and fictions
It's all in the words but I'm here for the pictures

I've learned more from toilet walls
Than I've learned from these words of yours
Your feelings are buried in scriptures and fictions
It's all in the words but I'm here for the pictures

I've learned more from toilet walls
Than I've learned from these words of yours
Your feelings are buried in scriptures and fictions
It's all in the words but I'm here for the pictures

I've learned more from toilet walls
Than I've learned from these words of yours
Your feelings are buried in scriptures and fictions
It's all in the words but I'm here

And so fucking on
And so fucking forth
We've got your back, whatever that's worth
If we didn't know the shape was for functionality, what would we do?
(I do not know)
If it wasn't for the corrupt U.S. pharmacy, what would we do?

Sometimes only you'll know
We're cementing old friends, dismissing old foes
We're throwing punches and ducking blows
So