Lyric The Stairs Hit Hard

Rose my hand an itch to satisfy
But my hand had changed shape into a knife
Abigail in a dream with a sheath coming to save me

Don t cry for me
(Begging you to stop momma s crying on the floor)
It s just what it takes
(We are the wretched that keep our fists closed)
To be happy
(Swear to god I ll never be like him)
Or to not feel so alone
(Swear to god I ll never be like him)

Had a little jar he d keep the new and dead ants in
Shake that shit and pout, "do something stupid thing, do something at all"
Never seems like a fair fight
Daddy s one to his song s every third stride
Not coming home tonight, I m not coming home