Patricide

We're like slow motion shooting stars Mid-swell and dying at the local bar Getting pretty and gritty In those backyards and parked cars Now she's got this look in her eye Like she's surprised, but she don't know why She said "I only believe in patricide" Daddy's little girl gone wild Round up and call for the sacrifice Wednesday night happy hour kind of riot And mornings at the farmers' market I need god about as much as she needs me Something like an ongoing rivalry I need god about as much as she needs me Something like cutting down your own family tree I know things have been crazy lately Come on, don't make me beg for it, baby I know you're worried about your mom and dad But we both know you're better than that We saw a lot of things, completely unnecessarily Promises being made with no real intentions to keep I need god about as much as she needs me Something like an ongoing rivalry I need god about as much as she needs me Something like cutting down your own family tree We were chasing a disaster Driving around town in your Saturn Bad behavioural patterns Like the next day didn't matter Dove head first into the sequel The one where they brought back Jesus The one that got us all believing The one where they left him bleeding