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brynne mershon - daughter lyrics

you’ll be a good man someday
you’ve got a way of staying on their good side
you’ll be a journalist, or a poet, or a playwright
and you’ll see the depths of outer sp+ce

i wrote a letter to you
i think i’m glad you’ll never read it
’cause i couldn’t get any of the words to sound right
so i scribbled out the ink and added it to the pile

they keep cutting down the trees, the road noise is getting louder
he’ll preach a sermon to his masses about power
but i don’t believe the sh+t they tell me about how i
need to get more sleep

and i know these street signs like i know the lines in my palm
don’t think i’ll miss it for the thousand years when i’m gone
i could drive west but don’t think a thousand miles is enough sp+ce
between me and here

i bought a contingency plan
for all the times you never run out of things to say
but i’ll muscle through and come out with the upper hand
and you’ll finally give me a smile

they keep cutting down the trees, the road noise is getting louder
he’ll preach a sermon to his masses about power
but i don’t believe the sh+t they tell me about how i
need to get more sleep
and i know these street signs like i know the lines in my palm
don’t think i’ll miss it for the thousand years when i’m gone
i could drive west but don’t think a thousand miles is enough sp+ce
between me and here

why don’t you tell me about being your own watcher?
why can’t we shake what we inherit from our fathers?
is it too much to ask you if one day you have a daughter
do you hope she’d be like me?

she smoked a cigarette and said, “it’s getting better”
but it’s hard to know that when you have no way to measure
time hurts all wounds and then it leaves you with a blister
for hoping you’d ever heal

my friend has always said she wants to be a doctor
i try to keep myself from getting any softer
i hope that one day if i ever have a daughter
that she’s nothing like me

- brynne mershon lyrics

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