Bigger Picture - Mabes

Waiting up, your face is red

I’m drunk again and home at way past ten

«Your numbers on the wall», you said

That they meant something different in my head

And I would shout 'cause I believed

That you were way too hard on me

You would never give permission

I was sitting in the kitchen, crying

Papa, you would have been different

But you were doing more than nine-to-five

You get older and it hits ya

Seventeen, I was bitch to ya

But now I see the bigger picture

Packed a bag late one night

Walked out tall with water in my eyes

Called a cab and took a ride

Came back smaller, swallowing my pride

And I would shout 'cause I believed

That you were a missing part of me

You would never give permission

I was sitting in the kitchen, crying

Papa, you would have been different

But you were doing more than nine-to-five

You get older and it hits ya

Seventeen, I was bitch to ya

But now I see the bigger picture

I thought life was made for me

A hundred things I couldn’t see

Thought I was cool and you were mean

But I was so naive

'Cause you would never give permission

I was sitting in the kitchen, crying

Papa, would have been so different

You were doing more than nine-to-five

You would never give permission

I was sitting in the kitchen, crying

Papa, you would have been different

But you were doing more than nine-to-five

You get older and it hits ya

Seventeen, I was bitch to ya

But now I see the bigger picture