Bedbound by Summer - Daddy's Home Lyrics

I keep on planning the big comeback
Better shape, a better head
Bigger plans, a changed man
But I can't do that when I'm so quick to slack
Tell myself I'll start but I know it won't happen

Daddy's home
He's crying
He's got blood on his hands

If I could say just one thing
It'd be scathing, boring, tiring, and endless
And endless
I shouldn't do that if I'm learning restraint
Tell myself I'll start but I still haven't started yet

Daddy's home
He's crying
He's alone
He's got blood on his hands

I'm too young to understand
Wisen up
The truth is a child's breath away