How can I break this umbilical cord,
And continue living?
I can play this game of
Who can stay up the longest
And win
You’re hiccuping to show maturity
I know you're not drunk
What a man you are
Baby girl is in college
Baby girl has a drivers license You don't want baby girl thinking that the car is hers
You don't want baby girl to have control or freedom
Unless it's with your permission or knowledge
I can't pick out classes
Without you sticking your nose all around
And I'm tired of your boogers all over my life
This is the curse of being the baby of the family
The
Girl
I need to leave
But I cannot
If I did I would not survive on my own
I'm exhausted of getting stared at
As if I were an exhibit at a museum
I can either be hung up like artwork
And die on the inside, a long a drawn out death
Or let go of my breath and live differently
Something has to change
Because this isn't working
With your two sides
You use so much energy and anger
Towards trying to find out what baby girl is up to
And you're pissed that you cant just communicate with anyone,
In order for you to have an idea
Of what baby girl is doing
I cannot survive this way
Much longer
I do not enjoy feeling like a prisoner in the house I live in
Hiding in my room
Playing the game
Of who can stay up the latest
I'm drained of organizing my schedule
In accordance with someone else's
I want to cut
This umbilical cord
That keeps me imprisoned like a ball and chain