Chicago

I walked into the bar where you hung out
24 and I still hadn't figured it out
Eight months pregnant and sick with all these lies
Smeared red lipstick and your hand halfway up her thigh

And yes I learned
From the sight of you with her
And now this child will come into the death of me and you
To wait her turn

This handsome child turned wild of 13
Fallen angel [?] other breed
She's findin' nothing in the answers that she's sought
A love redemption in this car in a vacant lot

And her eyes burned
Cuz the [?]
And it made her sick to see the void of us and she
Or waits her turn

She's 29 and [?] on the inside
Her eyes are empty and she [?]
But eventually I'll [?]
She paid attention to the legacy made in her eyes

And she has learned
Cuz you gave this gift to her
That she is what she suffered through [?] still with me and you
To take her turn