Me & my dad are best friends but I cant I tell him everything;
Cos it might hurt him.
Me and my mum have never been better,
but its hard as its ever been
to manage the feeling.
When, I said Id move out last summer,
life came and gave me another
kick in the teeth, and made feel like im never enough, fucking it up.
Think I could quit this next summer,
but then they give me another
regular fix, my medicine
and sober me up.
Cos family
means so too me.
but when I hardly speak…
My family
they can hardly see
how much it means to me
to have my family.
25 and living at home,
what the fuck am i doing here?
Became a part of the furniture.
The uneven wicker chair.
Looking up at my brother and sister,
how getting their life in shapes.
wish they weren't miles away.
Maybe I'll be rich next summer.
Buy a big house for my mother.
Spoil my dad for all the times
that he stayed up for me.
They fill my life full of colours,
paint over me, my recover.
Cos family
means so too me.
but when I hardly speak…
My family
they can hardly see
how much it means to me
to have my family.