I am my fathers daughter
And I am my mothers son
I’m everything, I’m nothing
I’m the worst things that they’ve done
This misery isn’t even romantic
It feels all consuming and chronic
And if I sang a song about how it gets better
I couldn’t sing it any way but ironic
I think I’m broken
And when I say it I really mean it
Not in the way you pop a tire
But the way you could shred it to pieces