Antlers

A daughter reads her father’s ruin in his face. There is pain in his smile, he will never walk her down the aisle, her mother took the key and ran, and the baby’s blood is on his hands. A whole ruined household laid out in a handful of lines.

She tried to pull him out, but he built this bed to rot in, and the hell around them is his own work. The song closes on four words repeated like a verdict, the child finally saying the thing out loud.