i had always known i was bound by a timebomb and tuxedo

there was something about its sharp edges that seem so cold

so proper and predictable there was no way for me to know

his stability was an illusion a trap all through and through

i tried to listen but all that i heard

was the fuming and shouting that sounded absurd

she wanted to come in, to step onboard

and there was nothing i could say to abort

but there i stood all clean and bare

all i wanted was for someone to care

didn't you know or weren't you aware

that your daughter was barefoot with a pain you didn't share