I can't stop you from dreaming

I can't stop you from thinking

I can only stop you from being

He says

Father of mine

Hate is your crime

The loving all the worse

Like one makes up for the other

In false affection I would smother

Child of an unmade bed

Too many thoughts tied up inside this head

All the nights you thought I slept

Those were nights that I crept

Fearful child

Were you fighting

Were you fucking

I never could tell the difference

On the floor outside your door