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backtalk - at least i tried lyrics

verse 1:
you were more worried ’bout a cup full of whiskey than our lungs full of air. how is that fair? how is that fair? mother carried all the weight on her shoulders yet, all she wanted was you come home and hold her. sister always asked me where you went and why; i had to wipe the tears from both our eyes and think of a reply. you were never there and that shows me that you never cared ’cause, you were more worried ’bout a cup full of whiskey than our lungs full of air

verse 2:
making up excuses to get through the day. self-delusional, making haste to no safe place. while constantly doubting myself in life, blaming everything, all of these faults of mine on a man with no name. nothing left behind. he’s a ghost constantly haunting my dreams, taking everything away from me, and leaving me to die. no but, not this time ’cause, you were more worried ’bout a cup full of whiskey than our lungs full of air. how is that fair? how is that fair? you were more worried bout a cup full of whiskey than our lungs full air. how is that fair? how is that fair?

verse 3:
3 a.m. screams filling the whole house, drunken devil lighting fires with his angel spouse. undeserving. our home is failing. the haven they built falling to the ground and the children of the union have to gather ’round. so don’t make a sound! crossed oceans in the beginning only to cross ourselves in the end. we break at the bend. in our hands we tried to cup the water, but you were not interested in being a father…cause…cause…cause you were more worried ’bout a cup full of whiskey than our lungs full of air. how is that fair? how is that fair? you were more worried ’bout a cup full of whiskey than our lungs full of air. how is that fair? how is that fair?

verse 4:
so, i’ll set my fears away for now and grasp more to that little bit of hope i’ve found inside myself, inside myself. and it’s me, only me who can truly free my soul from this madness consuming me but i choose to stay inside my own grave ’cause you were more worried ’bout a cup full of whiskey than our lungs full of air. how is that fair? how is that fair? you were more worried ’bout a cup full of whiskey than our lungs full of air. how is that fair? how is that fair??

outro:
we cared about your pounding head more than you ever did for our pounding hearts and that’s what tore us all apart

- backtalk lyrics

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