We never saw from each other's sides, or eye to eye Just eye for eye, lie for lie, fight or flight So much baggage, need a luggage rack But we carry on with our public spats and our feuds Up back in the news, love taps when I dissed you Like it was fun, actually used to run back to the booth Jump back in the studio, give you a tongue lashing, then you Laughed at the stomach tat with the tomb stone It was funny back in our youth But then it wasn’t after we knew That we were done and actually through (and actually through) But if there's one fraction of truth If it could be spun back I would do So many things different (things different) 'Cause it was such a dumbass excuse You hit me once and that I would use To continue the pattern of abuse Why did I punch back? Girls, your dad is a scumbag, I’m confused Because How come you can be a Lord and a loser? How come, how come, you can be a liar and a good father? A good dad, but a bad husband Why are you a good father? A great dad, but a bad husband You were the beat I loved with a writer's block The line that's hot, that I forgot We laughed a little, cried a lot I'll never forget when you came home and you held Hailie Day before you went to jail and daily How we'd wait for that mail lady Or by the phone for mom to call And I watched you pull yourself up and we decided on Givin' it one more try despite it all You're my lightning rod when my sky gets dark I'm your shiny rocks in that tiny box When we tied the knot, when we broke the knot Every line we crossed we were supposed to not Every time we fought, the insults, they got, thrown too far Words that we said that we didn’t mean The words that we meant that we didn’t say The ones that we thought that we shoulda said Letters written that we coulda read Which maybe woulda lead to some good instead And had this put to bed But I'd be lyin’ still if I said I wasn't sittin' here askin' myself How come you can be a Lord and a loser? How come, how come, you can be a liar and a good father? A good dad, but a bad husband Why are you a good father? A great dad, but a bad husband (Dad) (you said) Forever be a hero in my eyes (I reply) But there’s always another side to a good father A great dad, but a bad husband We brought out the worst in each other Someone had to make the sparring end 'Cause I loved you, but I hated that me And I don't wanna see that side again But I'm sorry, Kim More than you could ever comprehend Leavin' you was fuckin' harder than Sawing off a fuckin' body limb Once upon a time where all we had Maybe that's what drew us To each other, it was true love Shit, we never knew was possible We might have loved each other too much And maybe that's what made us do what We did to each other, all the screw-ups 'Cause you always thought that you was More in love with me And I was thinkin' I was more in love than you was For all the times that we thought it worked 'Til we saw how wrong we were When the dust settles now and all the dirt If I touch the rawest nerve All I want is for us not to hurt And it's been an exhaustive search to find the words But I just heard "Mockingbird" And got the urge to jot some verses and thoughts The purpose was not to stir up or open wounds I've caused a few and so have you Or argue whose fault it was Partly yours, partly mine, but really no one's This is so tough, I'm gettin' choked up Oh fuck it, we both suck We broke up, got back together We both thought we had forever Not bad people, just bad together We were so nuts, backstabbed each other Another blow struck, but there's no duckin' this blow 'Cause it's over and it's closure But I'm not so sure how to close this I just don't know how some people can be so good At one thing and so fucked at a whole nother Shit, it's no wonder How come, how come, you can be a Lord and a loser? How come, how come, you can be a liar and a good father? A good dad, but a bad husband Why are you a good father? A great dad, but a bad husband (Dad) (you said) Forever be a hero in my eyes (I reply) But there's always another side to a good father A great dad, but a bad husband