sister from splay & display by milk moustache

you can't win 'em all
it seems we can not win at all

summer days spent climbing trees
my mother's love on bloody knees
i don't know where that went in time
conditional since age of nine
this is the skin i've grown into
there's not much cautery can't do
'cause i'm alright now
i'm just fine

we're crying there in '94
there's broken dishes on the floor
we're frozen there in shock and halt
we're only kids - it's not our fault
conditioning for years to come
she may be crazy but our mom
but, we're alright now
we're just fine

you can't win em all - it seems we can not win at all

it's christmas day and it's a drag
our presents from a garbage bag
the tension; it is building still
a masochistic urge to kill
our grandmother was with us there
it was okay, although, not fair
but, we were alright
we were just fine

she's twenty-six and laying there
i wet her lips and touched her hair
"don't leave me now it isn't fair"
i plead into an empty stare
"it's just a thing we're getting through
'cause if you die then i'll die too
so, say you're alright, Jill
say you're just fine."

it's alright
tell me your fine
put down that phone... i'm on my way
i'm coming home tonight

• Rock
• female vocals
• pop rock
• queer music
• rock
• rock and roll
• Halifax