Feed It
She’s scared to hear the thunder
That her mother can not fund her
Deep down in the basement
So her father makes the payment
With all those Philadelphia road trips
That never ever home grit
But he knows they sure do need it
So he travels there to feed it
There’s a fire deep inside her
Quenched with pool water
Free, breast, and butterfly, in the back of her mind
Of course he's running through it all the time
She pictures him perfect, but his flaws hit
cries, her room dimly lit
She still wants him to feed it
I’ll do anything for you, just ask
Your face, now, practically a mask
You say you have everything you need
But somewhere, somehow, I hope you’re thinking of me
I can’t stop! I don’t know when to quit!
Relieve me and just feed it.
He holds her hand to draw his heart
He never wanted to be apart
She saw him with her, stopped and stared
It didn’t mean anything to him, he swears
Said he loved her, at least he told her it
She goes back to him, to feed it
“I’m moving, never coming back,”
How did you want me to react?
Because now that you’re gone I want you by my side
But when you were there I was never satisfied
Do I cut you off here?
Do I simply let you disappear?
Should I let myself keep getting hit?
Or should I let you feed it?