I was five, living life, everyday's a friday
Start the day on the couch, Disney on TV
Tie my shoes on my own, get my backpack ready
Running fast through the woods
Screaming, "Mom, catch me if you can"
In every single photograph
I'm smiling next to you and dad, yeah
Sometimes love make you hurt
'Cause it don't always work out the way that you want
Sometimes two separate homes might be working a little better than one
I still remember the day and the look on your face
And the fear in your voice
'Cause how do you tell a son, "Mum don't love daddy no more"?
Turning ten, gather friends for a birthday party
For the first time, I showed them my father's house, mm
Another week, pack my bag, see him sad, tell my dad I'm sorry
It's my mum's turn to have me this Christmas, I hope that's fine
In every recent photograph
It's only either mum or dad (no, no, no)
Sometimes love make you hurt
'Cause it don't always work out the way that you want
Sometimes two separate homes might be working a little better than one
I still remember the day and the look on your face
And the fear in your voice
'Cause how do you tell a son, "Mum don't love daddy no more"?
How do you tell a son
How do you tell a son
How do you tell a son, "Mum don't love daddy no more"?
How do you tell a son
How do you tell a son
How do you tell a son, "Mum don't love daddy no more"?
