She won't live too long if she won't change her ways
She's on her knees most days
But she's not giving praise
Not to Him, anyway
Unless that him was lowercase
Big sister says that's just how she was raised
And all this running round has her in a daze
Then Little sister says: Get off my case.
Yet the words she tastes leaves tears you could trace running down her pretty face
But all the empty wrappers in the trashcan won't hold your hand when you're late
And the strangers coming to and from your place won't participate in parents' day
But anyway
All some kids ever get is a name
It's what remains when their daddy went away
That and a pain they can't quite articulate
But anyway
Lies grow old when told in the comfort of her bed
They escaped from her head
Then ran rampant like rumors spread
Till mourning comes on the morning she joins the dead
Then all that's left is a big sister's regret
But anyway