Dirty Thirty

I’d been waiting for hours
When finally you came back home, and you kissed me
I told you mother is in the room and she’s afraid
And when you found her, I heard the screams
But in the end I fell asleep
And from my bedroom heard the stinging verb to cheat

The morning after I woke up in time to see
She’d been crying you were not meant to be, anymore

So take your suitcase and get out, get out
Take your suitcase and get out, get out

With her head in her hands she tries to hide
Her make up flowing down on tears
Am I too young to understand such hate?
Daddy can you explain to my little brain
What’s wrong with you?
Feel my pain!
Oh what a shame coz you said
We were the best family in the world

So take your suitcase and get out, get out
Take your suitcase and get out, get out

But I don’t know where you are, maybe gone
In my head your nothing more than flesh and bones
I had a father who like many said goodbye
The age of 30 took away my lullabies

Now I’m looking back to the time
When everything seemed bright and full of fun
Your warm embrace is what I think I miss the most
Mother’s doing great and in her way appreciates the work she does
Without you it feels like we’re a bit lost

So take your suitcase and get out, get out
Take your suitcase and get out, get out