Bloodline / Difficult Things

I think it's kinda fun to trace it

Back to where it all began

Back in Dublin, in the kitchen

Up late talking to my mam

She was standing by the oven

A strong and stoic woman

I saw her as an equal, as a friend

And I saw myself inside her, a sobering reminder

We all become our mother in the end

You can leave it all behind

Skip a beat in the bloodline

And You've been hiding all your life, it's time

To skip a beat in the bloodline

Oh, in the bloodline

I always feel like I'm the bad guy

'Cause I'm the one that upped and left

It kind of feels like living two lives

And always tryna catch your breath

Now I've gotta go my own way

Talk about a cliché

Remember to call home on the weekend

The radio is blaring

We turn into my parents

It goes dark, and then it starts, then it starts again

You can leave it all behind

Skip a beat in the bloodline

And You've been hiding all your life, it's time

To skip a beat in the bloodline

Oh, in the bloodline

Oh, in the bloodline

I don't wanna run away

But you, you don't get me

I, I keep it all in

'Cause we never talk about difficult things

I don't wanna run away

But you, you don't get me

I, I keep it all in

'Cause we never talk about difficult things

We never talk about difficult things

We never talk about difficult things

We never talk about difficult things

We never talk about difficult things