Bigger Picture

Waiting up, your face is red I'm drunk again and home at way past ten Your number's on the wall, you said That they meant something different in my head And I would shout, 'cause I believed That you were way too hard on me You would never give permission I was sitting in the kitchen, crying Papa, you would have been different But you were doing more than nine to five You get older and it hits ya 17, I was a bitch to ya But now I see the bigger picture Packed a bag late one night Walked out tall, but water in my eyes, ooh Called a cab and took a ride But came back smaller, swallowing my pride, ooh I would shout 'cause I believed That you were a missing part of me You would never give permission I was sitting in the kitchen, crying Papa, you would have been different But you were doing more than nine to five You get older and it hits ya 17, I was a bitch to ya But now I see the bigger picture I thought life was made for me A hundred things I couldn't see Thought I was cool and you were mean But I was so naive 'Cause you would never give permission I was sitting in the kitchen, crying Papa would have been so different You were doing more than nine to five You would never give permission I was sitting in the kitchen, crying Papa, you would have been different But you were doing more than nine to five You get older and it hits ya 17, I was a bitch to ya But now I see the bigger picture