I was five, living life, everyday's a Friday
Start the day on the couch, Disney on TV
Tie my shoes on my own, get my backpack ready
Running fast through the woods
Screaming mom, catch me if you can

In every single photograph
I'm smiling next to you and dad (yeah)

Sometimes love make you hurt
'Cause it don't always work out the way that you want
Sometimes two separate homes
Might be working a little better than one

I still remember the day and the look on your face
And the fear in your voice
'Cause how do you tell a son
Mum don't love daddy no more

Turning ten, gather friends for a birthday party
For the first time I showed them my fathers house
Another week, pack my bag, see him sad, tell my dad I'm sorry
It's my mums turn to have me this Christmas I hope that's fine

In every recent photograph
It's always either mum or dad

Sometimes love make you hurt
'Cause it don't always work out the way that you want
Sometimes two separate homes
Might be working a little better than one

I still remember the day and the look on your face
And the fear in your voice
'Cause how do you tell a son
Mum don't love daddy no more

How do you tell a son
How do you tell a son
How do you tell a son
Mum don't love daddy no more
How do you tell a son
How do you tell a son
How do you tell a son
Mum don't love daddy no more