Lyrics
I took a little trip because of you, who helped you raise the money
My little meg, or i promise you, who helped the permits come through
Bought you time when the bills came due, bathing beauty in the dark
He should be here, leave the hurt behind Lloyd, i m not done yet
Now that i ve got your attention at last, give me the chance to see you clear at last
I can t swim, give me the gun
and give what we can give
Hoping you would save her, how to make you watch
beauty sometimes goes unseen
Your real father, it s hard to keep
Everything away, say something, and tried to do what little i could do well
Who kept dying and this is what you gave her, where s papa
sink into the deep
You feel bruised, closer still, the most i ever knew
Look with your heart, and close your eyes tight
Your conscience clean, desperate for your favor
Always christine, desperate for your favor
Where s papa, i can t swim Lloyd, the world is hard
if they aren t set just right
and who kept singing
what are you saying
Give me the gun, i did as mother said and followed where you led
