Last In First Out - Thirteen lyrics

Your little girl cries wolf
I can recall the picture
Of how you'd like a change
Do you feel sure that things could have been
So much better
If you'd been lying on your
Stomach, not back
Maybe if it had been candles instead of a car-tree
You're always complaining when you're thirteen
Those skills and those eyes
Have the will to get by
All those years ago
I appeared to know
Difficulty coping
Tell me how it had come back
To claim your only son
In every act of this
Supplication still resists
Appalled gifts, all of this
For her