Daddy's little girl became a dyke like waking up on the wrong side of the bed When she was young she sang a long to his records to melodies he loved before the sounds were intelligible words She knew she could be loved because he loved her Soft harmonies gentle men with gentle voices She can picture his face expressive sentimental eyebrows contorted soaking in the sunlit chords 4/4 time We are estranged now by a battle for the headline whose loss is it to grieve when it is heavy all around when the memory is a living boy He says he thinks he failed me when he means I'm a failure He says he is surprised when he means I'm an obstacle to his expectations They don't know what they think until it bubbles scathing water riots harsh claws against your skin They don't know what they feel until they battle to make sense of their eyes like knives their words as weapons, to defend the alleged I remember being cradled my voice and you...