From the recording Noirette

Lyrics

We've gotta figure all that out for the... going back in the fall
But I'm- I'm gonna be there
To fucking help you move your shit back into your apartment
I am, you know I am
Cause who, who is always there for you? Who?
You- Say it
You- Who?

Dad,

Okay?
Always there for you
Dad is always there for you
Okay?
Whatever I can do, whatever I
Whatever
However
I can be there for you
I'm gonna
I'm gonna do whatever I can
To make you successful
That's
That's
That's what I do
That's what I do
I know

We've got a fucked up relationship
Don't tell me it's not a lie

I know
It's not

It's not what most of your friends have
With their relationships with their dads
I understand that

Kiss me 'till I'm back to life
We used to drive
We used to whistle to the wind at night

He says be careful
Cause it's deeper than it looks

Oh my God,
You've gotten so damn old

Guess I'll go on my own
But now I wonder where the hell
Am I supposed to go

I'm tired of running
Can you take me to the dusty roads?

No I don't wanna
Kiss the bottle

Huh.

Like, does it feed you?
Does it scratch the itch?
Like, does it please you?
Or do you need it?

I'm not one to judge
That's who we are
I'm not one to love
That's who we are

If you wanna go
We can drive for a while, he says
Take my hand
Who can make who smile?

I'm having trouble being selfish
You got a problem, but don't help it
You got a problem, but don't help it

I'm doing well in your absence
In spite of all we've been through

I hope you're drinking and thinking hard
About whether or not losing us was worth it to you

Kiss me 'till I'm back to life
We used to drive
We used to whistle to the wind at night

He says be careful
Cause it's deeper than it looks

Oh my God,
You've gotten so damn old

Guess I'll go on my own
But now I wonder where the hell
Am I supposed to go

I'm tired of running
Can you take me to the dusty roads?

No I don't wanna
Kiss the bottle

Huh.

STUPID GAMES, WIN STUPID PRIZES
HOW MANY YEARS WERE YOU FUCKING LYING?
DON'T GET EVEN—GET VIOLENT
TAKE AFTER MAMA SO I MIGHT JUST LIKE IT

STUPID GAMES, WIN STUPID PRIZES
HOW MANY YEARS WERE YOU FUCKING LYING?
DON'T GET EVEN—GET VIOLENT
TAKE AFTER MAMA SO I MIGHT JUST LIKE IT

Yeah,
You suck

I swear to God you do
You cost me lots and lots and lots and lots and lots

TAKE AFTER MAMA SO I MIGHT JUST LIKE IT

But that's what kids do
(Sigh)

And now I gotta buy you a fucking car
I gotta buy you a fucking car, L.A.