Ezra Bell - Dear Old Dad lyrics

Good old dad, he showed his hand He poured his drink on the carpet And outside I was watching the fireworks Burn out above like a card trick And when we slept you left your bed And ran to the arms of a grown man And all that night you left your lights in The back of Vanessa Martin's mom's van And you still just borrow what you cannot steal You will ask what isn't owed When you find out that none of that is real Come back and dance the night away in dirty clothes One by one we all moved on While you just clung to your childhood And all that shame you prick your veins with Will never love you like I do Someone stands to hold your hand Down there deep in the barroom All the night look left and right Love, tell me, tell me, where are you? And you still jut borrow what you cannot steal You will ask what isn't owed When you find out that none of that is real Come back and dance the night away in dirty clothes La da dee da Da dee da dee da Da dee da dee da Da do La da dee da Da dee da dee da Da dee da dee da Da do La da dee da Da dee da dee da Da dee da dee da Da do La da dee da Da dee da dee da Da dee da dee da Da do And you still jut borrow what you cannot steal You will ask what isn't owed When you find out that none of that is real Come back and dance the night away in dirty clothes