Couldn't wait for you to come home, but things have changed now that she's grown.
Night-time silence turned to drunken violence.
In her bed, sleepy and warm. She didn't know that's not the norm.
In the car, her shoulders heaved. You changed everything she believed.
Remember the words you said, stung no matter how much she bled.
It's been her worst day still, more than when she met the hill.
Disconnecting sad and slow, colder than the falling snow.
