Lyrics Daughter - tiny deaths

Daughter

How much is mine to keep?
How much is changing?
Take it down and take it deep
Lure the pain in
That’s what you get
That’s the goodness
Right?
Right?
Right?
Right?
Right?
Patron saint of holding on
Let it swallow you whole
Push it further, further
Take it back as far as it goes
Collapse in a pile on the floor
You’re our daughter
What are you good for?
Right?
Right?
Right?
Right?
Right?