Lyric

Walls so thin I know the fight by heart

Dad says nothing till she tears him apart

Family trip, five seats in the car

But it’s three at the register, two in the parking lot

She keeps score of everything I lack

Second place was still “not good enough”

I stopped crying somewhere around fifteen

Crying just gave her something else to use

You scream it like a bullet

Like it’s supposed to break me—

“You’re just like your father!”

Thank you — that’s the nicest thing you’ve said

He’s the only gentle thing this house has left

So scream it louder, put it on my grave

I’d rather be his echo than your rage

I’m counting down the days

I’m counting down the days

Fifth in my grade, she said “third don’t exist”

Got a fist for a trophy — add that to the list

My hair started falling — handfuls in the sink

She laughed, said “do as I say” — like that fixed everything

Little ones get sunshine, I get the forecast

Golden child pricing, I’m the outcast

Dad works, cooks, cleans, still cast as the villain

Two adults in the house, only one of ’em’s grown

“You’re just like your father!”

Thank you — that’s the nicest thing you’ve said

He’s the only gentle thing this house has left

So scream it louder, put it on my grave

I’d rather be his echo than your rage

I’m counting down the days

I’m counting down the days

I remember hands that braided my hair

A softer voice that used to live in there

Where’d she go?

…I stopped waiting at the window

Loving you and leaving you

Can live in the same heart

I checked

“You’re just like your father!”

God, I hope so — hope I got his patient blood

’Cause I’m gonna raise myself with it, with love

One day soon I’m walking out that door

Not running scared — just not your mirror anymore

I’m building my own days

I’m building my own days

The door’s not slammed

It’s just… open