Goodnight Princess

I think it was kind of a cold night, a chilly breeze,
A night out with my father, the one who started it all,
A pretty dark sky, standing underneath the stars,
Waiting for the moment that I'll freeze and fall.

Almost 9 o'clock waiting for that ride home,
Calling it a night, time to turn myself in to sleep,
A white truck, sitting there off to the side of the street,
Thinking about all the scars that are bone deep.

I'm surrounded by trees that I remember hiding behind,
As I was running from my dad in my younger years,
Even though I was thicker than the trees themselves,
Remember the past, almost finding myself in tears.

He opened the door for me, and I climbed right in,
Situating the birthday cake of my now 15 year old bro,
Waiting for him to think of something to talk about first,
Nervous, now that we're both alone, ready to go.

Speeding, and making sharp turns here and there,
I sneak on my seatbelt, why should I trust him?
Music playing loudly, head banging to the rad beats,
Another night, ending underneath a sky so dim.

"Goodnight princess"