My childhood home has just been sold
And Dad insists he isn't old enough to need a wheelchair
He got up and slipped and broke his hip again
Again
Life can be so unfair
Life can be so unfair
Such a pretty burden
Much too good to share
Didn't tell you 'cause I knew you didn't care
It's all bits of salad stuck in my teeth and dandruff in my hair
Had a cry outside in the rain
Now what do I do
I cried in the kitchen, too
Now what do I do
You said it was good to see me
I couldn't bring myself to say the same to you
And now, what do I do
I confide in you and you treat me like a child
I see something calculated beneath the way you smile at me
I confide in you and you treat me like a child
I see something calculated beneath the way you smile at me
I confide in you and you treat me like a child
I see something calculated beneath the way you smile
I see something calculated beneath the way you smile
My fridge is filled with beer I may never touch
I quit cigarettes last year, I'd just had enough
That old familiar urge to self-destruct
I think it mighta been purged, the last time we f*cked