Not My Father, Not My Man

[Verse 1]
You check my phone like it’s your job
Count my drinks
You watch the clock
Asking where I’ve been
What I’ve done
Like I’m sixteen
Caught on the run
[Pre-Chorus]
You say it’s love
But it feels like rules
Gold-plated cage dressed up as “for you”
[Chorus]
You’re not my father
You’re supposed to be my man
I don’t need another warden with a ring on his hand
I want a kiss
Not a curfew
Do you understand?
You’re not my father
You’re not my father
You’re my man
(so act like my man)
[Verse 2]
You pick my dress
You hate my friends
Turn my “maybe” into “yes”
Every fight
You talk down slow
Like I’m too small to ever know
[Pre-Chorus]
You call it care
But it sounds like chains
I call it out
You call me “dramatic” again
[Chorus]
You’re not my father
You’re supposed to be my man
I don’t need another lecture while you hold my hand
I want a touch
Not a timeout
Do you understand?
You’re not my father
You’re not my father
You’re my man
(then stand like my man)
[Bridge]
I won’t shrink to fit your plan
Won’t be your child in a wedding band
If you can’t love me as I am
I’ll walk out proud
Keys in my hand (hey!)
[Chorus]
You’re not my father
You were meant to be my man
I won’t play the perfect daughter for your fragile plans
I want a heart beside me
Not a raised-up hand
You’re not my father
You’re not my father
You’re my man
So act like my partner
Or watch me run while I still can

rock, Crunchy alt-rock band energy, female vocals with a raspy edge. Tight, palm-muted guitars in the verses that explode into wide-open power chords in the chorus. Bass drives the groove with a slight punk snarl, drums hit hard on tom fills before each hook. Bridge strips to vocal and bass before a final, shout-along chorus with gang vocals on the title line.