[00:15.107]Unwanted, but breathing
[00:18.147]In the next room, sleeping
[00:21.585]My mother, she's crying
[00:25.037]And my father's been drinking
[00:28.643]In our run-down apartment
[00:31.538]Where the roof is still leaking
[00:35.125]He's cursing and cussing
[00:38.567]It's just the whiskey talking
[00:41.938]And I've got lots of memories like this one
[00:48.838]Of empty days and nights spent tired and lonesome
[00:55.561]But when I think back to all of it
[01:02.237]Well, it's all too much
[01:05.602]Well, it's all too much when you're just a little kid
[01:23.583]My little brother, just a newborn baby
[01:29.257]In the image of my mother, says he's a blessing
[01:36.017]But not to my father, oh how he hates him
[01:42.853]An undeserving mistake, he calls him a burden
[01:49.608]And I've got lots of memories like this one
[01:56.325]Of picking sides and picking fights between them
[02:03.081]When I think back to all of it
[02:09.866]Well, it's all too much
[02:13.289]Well, it's all too much when you're just a little kid
[02:17.920]And when I wake up in the morning it all feels like a bad dream
[02:24.598]One that follows you and haunts you endlessly
[02:29.993]Yeah, haunts me endlessly
[02:40.295]Well, broken and beaten from the abuse and the cheating
[02:47.200]The addiction, and the lying and the promise of leaving
[02:53.638]While my old man was a bastard, I admired and loved him
[03:00.681]And us two kids, we were born into a family, not a fortune, no

Unwanted, but breathing
In the next room, sleeping
My mother, she's crying
And my father's been drinking
In our run-down apartment
Where the roof is still leaking
He's cursing and cussing
It's just the whiskey talking
And I've got lots of memories like this one
Of empty days and nights spent tired and lonesome
But when I think back to all of it
Well, it's all too much
Well, it's all too much when you're just a little kid
My little brother, just a newborn baby
In the image of my mother, says he's a blessing
But not to my father, oh how he hates him
An undeserving mistake, he calls him a burden
And I've got lots of memories like this one
Of picking sides and picking fights between them
When I think back to all of it
Well, it's all too much
Well, it's all too much when you're just a little kid
And when I wake up in the morning it all feels like a bad dream
One that follows you and haunts you endlessly
Yeah, haunts me endlessly
Well, broken and beaten from the abuse and the cheating
The addiction, and the lying and the promise of leaving
While my old man was a bastard, I admired and loved him
And us two kids, we were born into a family, not a fortune, no