Beverly Hills Supper Club

So so sad as you're staring at your dad And he's telling you he isn't coming home So fucked up, he could never get enough And you're gonna have to tough it out alone You're gonna raise yourself champ, but it won't be too bad You can be like all the cool kids who don't have a dad Asshole kids, things we can't believe we did While we were trying to get away from it all So fucked up, we could never be enough All our role models all turned out to be dickheads You're gonna raise yourself kid and it won't be too swell You're gonna feel alone sometimes but try not to dwell If you see me looking weary eyed, pain refusing to subside Just know I tried to do it on my own If you see me looking sideways, merging on the highway Please just fucking let me in