THE STORY:
A raw examination of the family tree. Vocalizing in song what would’ve been impossible at the dinner table. If they’d listened to the words dripping through the floorboards…
THE LYRICS:
My first memory as a child
Was standing on the porch between my mom and my dad
They were getting a divorce and said to pick who I like better
What was I do to?
Child…what an awful thing to do to a child
I remember the first time
I met my mom’s new boyfriend
In the apartment hallway
He looked so tall dark and scary to this five year old
And I felt hate since the very first day
Child…what an awful thing to do to a child
I’ve always hated my younger brother
I could always relate better to girls
When the hospital told me it wasn’t a sister
But a boy with my mom’s new husband’s name
Child…my life was never the same
I wonder what it’s like to live with a father
Have the father I never knew
I guess maybe someday when I’m older
My dad will call me up
If he remembers my name
Child…it’s all such a shame.