Coffee, Hot Showers and Hangover Jams

don't lock the doors, dad might come home and we could be a family
we could pretend the last four years didn't happen, that we're happy
there's just bullshit we must accept
nothing stays the same, we're on our own we have to leave at fucking eighteen
we have to escape
remember good times or else drown and forget that we once were kids.
we don't know what's ahead
(but) it must be better than that
hey if we get out then what comes next?
I'm not you I cannot leave the kids, someone has to save their innocence
I wouldn't wish this shit on anyone but you
fuck, it's because of you that I'm this way
it's your fault I say the same things
it's your fault I don't know god, it's your fault that dad's not home
why can't we just lock the doors?
They're your kids you owe them a life, don't fuck theirs like you did mine