Lyrics When i was a little girl Like really little, like 8 or so I was playing in my father’s study A place in the house I wasn’t supposed to go My father fancied himself a sailor His study was filled with nautical decor He kept a boat in a bottle on the top of his shelf And it shattered on the ground when I slammed the door I told my mother everything I told her I was so, so sorry She told me “Don’t cry, when he comes home tonight we can make everything okay. This is all we have to say:” “We don’t remember a boat in a bottle It must’ve fallen off it’s shelf alone. We know you loved it, we’re so sad it’s broken but neither one of us was even home” And it’s our word, Yes our word Against his. So I hid screw-ups from my father Made up school awards for my mom Whatever made the steak taste better Whatever kept the waters calm I was told to keep their secrets And in turn, they’d keep mine As I got older I got dumber I couldn’t help but cross the line Three times I nearly wrecked my life Three times I nearly came to ruin Three times when crying to my parents Who said they’d make it go away Yes this is all we had to say “We never rented a house in Sedona We didn’t see Camille the day she died We haven’t been on our boat in some years now, so we don’t care what you found inside And it’s our word Yes, our word It’s our word Yes our word Against theirs Somebody was paid to make it go away Everyone was paid to make the problems go away Doesn’t matter who gets crueled Or who is blamed for what you need to do To clear your name An inconvenient truth can be easily erased When I was 26 I was living in New York I developed some fun habits Put my white blood cells to work I remember it so clearly I was home alone on a Tuesday night To level out, I popped some downers I couldn’t seem to get my mind right I drew a bath a slipped into it And suddenly became aware I couldn’t keep my head above water I took a final gasp of air And as I laid there helplessly A million different thoughts came to me I saw my parents hearing the news “Your only daughter drowned today” I thought about what they might say “Our daughter Judith? No, she moved to Austin She’s very happy there, or so we hear She’s always been so goddamn independent The years go by and now we barely see her” “Our daughter Judith? You must be mistaken You mean the girl we raised as if our own? We loved her so much, she felt like our child But eventually we had to send her home” It’d be their word Only their word It’d be their word Only their word On it’s *own.*
Lyrics
When i was a little girl
Like really little, like 8 or so
I was playing in my father’s study
A place in the house I wasn’t supposed to go
My father fancied himself a sailor
His study was filled with nautical decor
He kept a boat in a bottle on the top of his shelf
And it shattered on the ground when I slammed the door
I told my mother everything
I told her I was so, so sorry
She told me “Don’t cry,
when he comes home tonight
we can make everything okay. This is all we have to say:”
“We don’t remember a boat in a bottle
It must’ve fallen off it’s shelf alone.
We know you loved it, we’re so sad it’s broken
but neither one of us was even home”
And it’s our word,
Yes our word
Against his.
So I hid screw-ups from my father
Made up school awards for my mom
Whatever made the steak taste better
Whatever kept the waters calm
I was told to keep their secrets
And in turn, they’d keep mine
As I got older I got dumber
I couldn’t help but cross the line
Three times I nearly wrecked my life
Three times I nearly came to ruin
Three times when crying to my parents
Who said they’d make it go away
Yes this is all we had to say
“We never rented a house in Sedona
We didn’t see Camille the day she died
We haven’t been on our boat in some years now,
so we don’t care what you found inside
And it’s our word
Yes, our word
It’s our word
Yes our word
Against theirs
Somebody was paid to make it go away
Everyone was paid to make the problems go away
Doesn’t matter who gets crueled
Or who is blamed for what you need to do
To clear your name
An inconvenient truth can be easily erased
When I was 26
I was living in New York
I developed some fun habits
Put my white blood cells to work
I remember it so clearly
I was home alone on a Tuesday night
To level out, I popped some downers
I couldn’t seem to get my mind right
I drew a bath a slipped into it
And suddenly became aware
I couldn’t keep my head above water
I took a final gasp of air
And as I laid there helplessly
A million different thoughts came to me
I saw my parents hearing the news
“Your only daughter drowned today”
I thought about what they might say
“Our daughter Judith? No, she moved to Austin
She’s very happy there, or so we hear
She’s always been so goddamn independent
The years go by and now we barely see her”
“Our daughter Judith? You must be mistaken
You mean the girl we raised as if our own?
We loved her so much, she felt like our child
But eventually we had to send her home”
It’d be their word
Only their word
It’d be their word
Only their word
On it’s *own.*
sounds like veronica from heathers
:0 You're right it totally does!
Holy shit-
I really love this 🥺 very touching in such a chilling way. The lyrics are the exact same and everything but I identify with this version.
Bruh this is so nice sounding, I’m surprised it doesn’t have more attention :0
4:40 ;)
thank god someone did it😩
it sounds nice at 0.85 playback speed
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anybody know where the image is from?
No sorry
It's from a musical called 36 questions (I think) you can find it on CZcams
@@iliveinatrashcan752 the picture?
it’s an art peace of someone’s oc, which no one seems to give credit to :/
@@bie6820 but who made it?? 😭
This cool 🖤
4:30
4:41