The first sentence I will teach Channing to say is “My daddy is an asshole”. Should I start teaching that now? or later?
I’m hurt, I’m alone, and I’m miserable.
If I wasn’t pregnant, I’d be drunk already. Or dead. You know, either one.
You put your arms around me
I believe that it’s easier for you to let me go
I hope that you see right through my walls
I hope that you catch me ‘cause I’m already falling
I’ll never let a love get so close
You put your arms around me and I’m home.