Girlfriends Daughter

Through the pained glass nightmares pass
Nothing but memories of an unfogotten past
Drunken men, do stupid shit again
But this time, one girl catches eye, girlfriends kin

Conversations come and go
Deep thoughts stumbled and thrown
Nothing seems to be wrong
But nothing seems right

Empty bottles, clouded heads
Innocent girl, should be in bed
Up the arms, down the legs
His touch creeps up, count to ten

She can't move, it's too soon
What else is there for her to do
He gets up, God, her luck
She runs to hide in her room