Friska Viljor

I am stuck here
In the arms of my mother
I am fighting
But I never want to break free
The comfort in the smell
That tickles my nostrils
Makes me tired and I
Just want to sleep
The heartbeat and my bare feet
against the floor
The sweatpants and my dirty hands
Opens the door
The waiting, anticipating of
the engines roll
The driveway on a summerday
When daddy comes home
I've been fighting
Really hard with my brother
And now I'm shaking
'Cause of course he could beat me
But the pain's not
From the red and swollen forehead
It's from some place
So much deeper within
The heartbeat and my bare feet
against the floor
The sweatpants and my dirty hands
Opens the door
The waiting, anticipating of
the engines roar
The driveway on a summerday
The heartbeat and my bare feet
against the floor
The sweatpants and my dirty hands
Opens the door
The waiting, anticipating of
the engines roar
The driveway on a summerday
When daddy comes home