your daddy loves you. your daddy's gotta love you, 'cause that's what they do / his fists exploding into an effervescence, a violent shower of sparks on your cheek / zing yo daddy gotcha, but it's only 'cause he loves you. the flowers bloom on your cheek for days, / blue-purple-blue-purple / you should be able to see stars but you don't, only when your daddy hits you do the stars come 'round / and you lie so still 'cause the stars are skittish baby, you know that?he reaches in you and pulls you apart. you know this. you know the sound your ribs make, snapping like guitar strings / you'll make music outta this / your-body-is-a-symphony-your-body-is-a-symphony, / this makes it worth it. your daddy wouldn't do this if it didn't make you good. by now you know bodies ain't built to stay together, you know you were made for the sole purpose of breaking and if you fall apart in a grave or fall apart here no one's gonna care / and heaven is just a sum of parts / a jigsaw puzzle of ulnas and sternums and ribs, a junkyard of broken down people. you'll shoot something one day. yourself? your daddy? shotgun+daddy+you=? / maths has never been your strong suit / your daddy's suit he wore to momma's funeral that wasn't black because only kings have enough money for new suits / you'll sell yourself for your daddy's suit, you wish he'd worn black you'd give away your heart for it 'cause it's never done much good for you anyway / you never hear your daddy's pulse but you know he's gotta have a heart, 'cause your daddy loves you.
(not written from personal experience!!!)
