That Summer, At Home I Had Become

And 14
And you know
That I'm looking the wrong way
And is the past outside
Or in this lovely home

A strong father figure
And with a heart of gold
A loving mother
A loving mother

They're standing outside
And they're looking in
They're standing outside
And they're looking in
They're standing outside
And they're looking in

The kids are on fire in the bedroom
The cunt sits at his desk
And he's plotting away
The kids are on fire in the bedroom

And 14
And you know
That I've learned the easy way
Some stupid decisions
And with a broken heart

And they're sitting around the table
And they're talking behind your back
A loving mother
A loving mother

They're standing outside
And they're looking in
They're standing outside
And they've broken in

The kids are on fire in the bedroom
The cunt sits at his desk
And he's plotting away
The kids are on fire in the bedroom
The kids are on fire in the bedroom
The kids are on fire in the bedroom