[Lyric] Deborah Hartsfield (Feigning Grace)

Your hair
It falls
In long gray strands
Around you as you sleep
You wake up
And brush yourself off
And try to find the strength to speak
Your dad
He called
Again last night
To ask me how you've been
And it broke me up
To break it that
I knew about as much as him

And you’re not wrong
But you're not right
It's just one of those things
It’s a don’t look at it
Don’t talk about it
Fucked up kind of thing
And I know you know
That it's not right
I see it in your eyes
Almost every night
And I guess that's just
One of those things
That I’ll just have to let go
Because things don't change
They never do
Think that I will stay inside
Because things don't change
They never do
Think that I will be alright