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 & 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 & I