Growing Up

Album cover art for "Growing Up" by Chris Miller (Composer)

Chris Miller (Composer) - Pop, In English

Growing Up

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Fifth grade was a big year from me I noticed girls who noticed me Mom was Den Chief, Dad played Taxi singing leader of the band Then dad fucked this girl religously Handpicked from the handbell society Mom left pissed off, I dyed my hair green and auditioned for a show I was growing up, learning how to swear in Jesus′ name Growing up forced to understand what I can't And still the last one picked in every kickball game First came a role in ′Hello, Dolly!' What next, homosexuality? Mom brought flowers, Dad was busy, though he lived a mile away The rest of High School's a blur to me I noticed girls didn′t notice me Mom had self-help, Dad should get some And I needed to get laid I was growing up learning that ′I Love You' doesn′t mean shit Growing up forced to pretend I'm alright Acting like my father, and hating myself for it Next came a BFA degree I found drinking, no drinking found me Painful dating, then graduating And debt and unemployed Then Dad called unexpectantly With excuses to recite to me Blamed his Father, blamed his Childhood And I laughed and hung up the phone And I refused to cry And I let it go Swinging from my family tree I climb and find myself part of a brilliant legacy Of men who never forgave, men who won't forget Never a measure of- With all that′s come before, all that's left to sing My Dad is still my Dad, and I wouldn′t change a thing Growing up

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Credits

Writers
  • Chris Miller (Composer)
  • Nathan Tysen