She says daddy don't you beat me down again. I've gone through time and I have seen your end. Heart attack at fifty watching nick-at-nite, a picture-perfect demise to your wasted life. He says can't you see I'm only doing what's right. My daddy used to beat my ass to sleep at night. I'd prove that bastard wrong if he were still alive with my leaky roof, my pickup, and a nine-to-five. And I just want you to know the truth- that everyone will fuck you over 'till you've given up- you're on your own. She says mommy don't you just stand there again. You might as well be killing me with your own hands. And forgiveness takes a backseat to revenge. She says don't you worry honey god has a plan, which for me involves this bottle of diazepam. So have faith, have a beer, or find yourself a man. And I just want you to know the truth- that everyone will fuck you over 'till you've given up- and she said no, I'm always put on hold. Always pacing back and forth on the kitchen tile so cold. And oh, is this a recording, hello? I know you're avoiding my call. And I'm not disappointed at all. I'm not disappointed. She left a note when she went away. It said they're gonna make a movie about me someday. Three days till mom wakes and sees the sun. Baby's got the keys and she's on the run. Didn't even hide the smoking gun. Gotta make it to the west coast to be saved, and wash away her sins in the pacific waves. A fresh start, a pure heart, and a clean slate. And if you ask her why, she won't have to lie. She'll look you in the eyes and say I did what I had to. Because I was always put on hold. Always pacing back and forth on the kitchen tile so cold. And oh, it came time to put down the phone. Trade the ringer for the trigger and pull. And I don't regret it at all. So don't be disappointed.