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 will 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