Used to It

Intro

(quiet, quiet)

mm-hmm

Verse

Daddy’s belt still hangs on the door

Same old silence from the kitchen floor

Mama never raised her eyes, never made a sound

Just folded the towels while the world came down

Verse

Now he’s got the same hands, same voice in the hall

Tells me I’m lucky he even calls

I flinch at the footsteps, I know this dance

Learned it young, so I don’t stand a chance

Chorus

I’m used to the quiet, used to the break

Used to the sorry that comes too late

Father, boyfriend, same crooked line

Mama still watching, never saying mine

(used to it, used to it)

yeah, used to it

Verse

He throws the same words my father threw

I just nod and swallow, nothing new

Mama on the phone, says “be good, be sweet”

Hangs up before I can even speak

Chorus

I’m used to the quiet, used to the break

Used to the sorry that comes too late

Father, boyfriend, same crooked line

Mama still watching, never saying mine

(used to it, used to it)

yeah, used to it

Bridge

One day the door might open wide

But the silence taught me how to hide

So I stay right here where the hurt feels known

Same four walls, never quite alone

Chorus

I’m used to the quiet, used to the break

Used to the sorry that comes too late

Father, boyfriend, same crooked line

Mama still watching, never saying mine

(used to it, used to it)

yeah, used to it

Outro

(quiet, quiet)

mm-hmm