Daddy

It's the cherry on top that I never eat
Candied cherries don't taste good to me
It's the carbonation I tend to miss
That toxic blend of blood and piss

I'm at fault
A wound that's filled with salt

Can you open my mouth up and fill it with soap
Visceral reminder that gives you hope
Can you fit in a bottle a ship made of skin
That soaked epidermal that's pruny with sin

Oh I
Oh I'm at fault
A wound that's filled with salt

It's all in love
Twenty-six, I'm just dealing with this
It's all in love
Even when I'm gone will I still
Be on your mind in a positive light
Or am I simply down bad
Since I don't think like dad

(I don't know what I want)

(Got my heart on my sleeve)

Got my heart on my sleeve
And my head in the clouds
And my car's in the sea
And my boat's in the valley
And I'm claiming no country
Cause I don't know what I need
I'm not like my daddy

Got my heart on my sleeve
And my head in the clouds
And my car's in the sea
And my boat's in the valley
And I'm claiming no country
Cause I don't know what I need
I'm not like my (be on your mind)

Got my heart on my sleeve
And my head in the clouds
And my car's in the sea
And my boat's in the valley

I need a little more time
Just to get up to my alarm
I need a little more time
A little more time

I need a little more time
Just to get up to my alarm
I need a little more time
A little more time