I was eight when you locked me in your car to buy one more drink
It ran faster than a drunk person could think
And then you totalled someone’s car and said:
"No biggie, It only takes to drive away from here but now more quickly."
But I could handle that
I was ten when you beat me half to death and then forgot it
Made me go to school, though my face was black and blue
You were never feeling sorry for what happened
'Cause the only person you’re sorry to is you
But I could handle that
We don’t live together, we do never talk
What talking could come out if little chick would meet a hawk
Not to cry I’m thinking very gingerly
What if I never see your face inviting to hold me
Natalie, Natalie
I was twelve, you went missing on my birthday, I couldn’t even get out of our home
No surprise you were taken to a drunk tank
But you picked up your phone said
"I’m coming home, I’ll be back and we’ll have a celebration”
With a rush of excitement came realization
That you’re not coming back
When I saw that glee episode and came out
You smashed my phone and kicked me out of home
So the easiest way to find a way out
Was to lie that I'm not gay with a low pitched tone
Was in love, couldn’t share it
But one time that we were seen
Had to run so you wouldn’t beat the daylights out of him
But I could handle that
We don’t live together, we do never talk
What talking could come out if little chick would meet a hawk
Not to cry I’m thinking very gingerly
What if I never see your face inviting to hold me
Natalie, Natalie
I was sixteen when you were high and broke into my room
Then took me by my hair to put to bed when it was afternoon
I pushed you back, you’re bleeding, crying on the floor
Wildly screaming "Whatchu done that for?”
I can't handle that