Mama said she saw Daddy cry the other day
And I don't think that I ever felt worse
His head was in the bills and his hand was on his cigs
And his heart was emptier than her purse
But who am I to talk cause I know my ribs are shot
From supporting what pumps our shared blood
And who was I to walk away from my home town
Now my house is being sold with my stuff
I swear I care, but that's not enough
My little brother told me his dreams the other day
And I don't think that I ever felt worse
His hand was on his heart and a gun was in his arms
Now he's signing papers proud on the 1st
But who am I to talk cause the only war I fought
Was a chemical one in my head
And who was I to walk away from him in the woods
My face red, white, and blue, the leaves dead
I swear I screamed, but I cried instead
Give up fast as you did in
I'll go outside, I'll go outside
Pennsylvania, here I come
I know you saw me cry on the train the other night
And I'm positive I never felt worse
My sleeve was in my mouth and my legs were double crossed
And you let me wipe my face on your shirt
But who was I to fall for someone who's never wronged
A single goddamn soul like I do each day
And who was I to talk my way out of sitting still
So I left the country trying to say
That I swear I care, but I can't stay
Now you know I care, but I'm far away
Julien Baker is an acquired taste - assuming of course you’ve acquired great taste in singer songwriters… beautiful, devastating, honest, insightful… I’ve not heard a single song of hers that hasn’t left me in absolute awe. crisbroadhurst
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