The papers are prepared
Sign on the dotted line
And put us in your rear view
But here we are
Father and daughter
United against you
The shitty mom, the shoddy wife
As long as I'm around
We will find happiness elsewhere
The moon is a sliver of ivory
In the early morning sky
A thing of absolute beauty
In an absolutely ugly world
As I look upward I realize
We are locking our gazes
On each other, she looks down
And the perspective hits me
A realization of magnitude
You are small indeed
Yet not insignificant
Not to your daughter
You owe her a good, decent life
If only to spite her mother
Who never believed in us
We will show her, won't we
Happiness or bust
