Toddler, shared your father
Couldn't fault her for missing you
Brother, another mother
When you come over, I cling to you
What the hell was I supposed to do
To make up for eighteen years
And all my six-year-old tears
Didn't know when I would see you again
And now you're standing in my front yard
And I wonder just how hard it was
To forget everything you left
Blonde hair, just like you left her
I wrote a letter and kept it
Tattoos, bad mood
I wonder if you are proud of me
What the hell was I supposed to do
To make up for eighteen years
And all my six-year-old tears
Didn't know when I would see you again
And now you're standing in my front yard
And I wonder just how hard it was
To forget everything you left
How do we make up for eighteen years
A hearse filled with six-year-old tears
A funeral with an empty casket
And now you're standing in my front yard
My baby picture costar
And can you feel my broken heart
Can you feel my broken heart