Hemingway

Excuse me baby, I go to the loo
Yeah, well, that's just what you do
When the going gets rough
You just fuck off
Leaving this mess for me to clean up but
Oh, boy, I am pulling the trigger
Off you go, go ahead
Go and be with her
Had enough of your games
Won't start calling you names
I guess I'll never call again

You don't know that I won't be sad, won't cry
You're in need of the tissue
I won't even miss you
You've been nothing but my daddy issue

Oh, you don't know that I won't be sad, won't cry
You're in need of the tissue
I won't even miss you
You were nothing but my daddy issue

Now I've had the chance to view this from a distance
I was never one to choose the path of least resistance
You were hard to get, even harder to hold
And my momma never liked you, so I liked you even more
You got my father's figure
Broken man, dreaming of the big screen with a bottle in his hand
Sitting in the basement with wine-infused candlelight
Doesn't make you Hemingway and doesn't pay the bills on time

You don't know that I won't be sad, won't cry
You're in need of the tissue
I won't even miss you
You've been nothing but my daddy issue

Oh, you don't know that I won't be sad, won't cry
You're in need of the tissue
I won't even miss you
You were nothing but my daddy issue

Hi this is Emily's phone
I'm not available right now, but uhm, feel free to leave a message I will never listen to