Текст песни Daughter from Hell - Gracie Abrams

Daughter from Hell

I was a pill, you swallowed me down
They say that I got your mouth
Daughter from hell
Hungry and loud
You made me a plate
You lent me your life somehow

And I want your patience
I want your grace
I want your sugar
And I want to say
How much I owe ya
I've loved your shoulder

The mantle of stones
Your rosemary cloud
You talk to the trees out loud
With both of your hands, you held up our house
And down to my bones, I hope that I make you proud

And now I want your metal
I want your goodness
I want your current
And I want to say
How much I owe ya
I've loved your shoulder

I want your color
I want you to knowing
I want your mirror
And I want to say
How much I owe ya
I've loved your shoulder
I want your patience
I want your grace
I want your sugar
I want to say
How much I owe ya
I've loved your shoulder

Daughter from hell, but I came around
I'll try to become you now