Defeater - But breathing

^FUnwanted, but breathing. In the next room, sleeping. ^DMy mother, she’s crying and my father’s been drinking. In our ^Frun down apartment, where the roof is still ^Fleaking. ^DmHe’s cursing and cussing, it’s just the whiskey talking.

^A#I’ve got lots of memories like th^Fis one. ^A#Of empty days and nights spent tired^F and lonesome. ^A#When I think back to all of it, it’^A#s all too much, it’s all too much when you’re just a little kid.

^FMy little brother, just a newborn ba^Fby. ^DmIn the image of my mother, she says he’s a bl^Dmessing. ^FBut not to my father, oh how he hates ^Fhim. ^Dm“An undeserving mistake.” He calls him^Dm a burden.

^A#I’ve got lots of memories lik^Fe this one. ^A#Of picking sides and picking fi^Fghts between them. ^Dm7When I think back to all of it, it’s^Dm7 all too much when you’re just a little kid. ^A#When I wake up in the morning it all feels like a bad dream, ^A#one that follows you and haunts you endlessly. ^FOoh

^Dmthe addiction, and the lying, and the promise of leaving. ^FWhile my old man was a bastard, I admired and loved him. And ^DmUs two kids were born in to a family, not a fortune.