Gracie Abrams - Daughter From Hell

I was a pain, you swallowed me down
They say that I got your mouth
Daughter from hell, hungry and loud
You made me a player, you lent me your life somehow
And I want your patience
I want your grace
I want to say how much I owe you
I've loved your shoulder
And the stars are always in the cloud
I talk to the trees out loud
With both of your hands, you held out our hearts
Down to my bones, I make you cry
I want your metal
I want your goodness
I want your goodness, I want your correct