I traced it back to a couple months before I was born
I must've heard my mama tell my daddy
That she was tired 'cause babies make you tired
But deep down, she was just unhappy
I think my father did the best that he could do
He rarely made it to the dinner table
Said he was working late, but he was working late
Fogging up the windows of an '89 Sable

I, I learned to cry
Quietly, I learned to pray
Silently inside a house where the devil played
And I hate that it runs in my blood
I hate how easy it comes
I wish I'd learned how to love the same way I
Learned to lie

I learned to sing to Carol King on the radio
Learned to shoot on a little red rider
I can drive a stick
And in a pinch, I can pop a bottle with a cigarette lighter

I learned to cry
Quietly, I learned to pray
Silently inside a house where the devil played
And I hate that it runs in my blood
I hate how easy it comes
I wish I'd learned how to love the same way I
Learned to lie

I, I learned to say things I don't mean
Like stay when I want you to leave
And when you don't come home or call
And I swear I don't mind
I hate that I know how it's done
When a moment just like this one comes
I just go numb and play dumb and look you in the eye
And lie
Oh, and lie