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