When he closed his eyes,
He liked to believe
He wouldn't see the truth
And he wouldn't have to grieve.
When she'd gotten the hair of her mother
And the eyes of deceit.
It was easier to pretend
That she was of his seed.
But her eyes were the one thing
That never failed to shake him.
She called him Rick
Because "daddy" was taken.
He smiled at her lies
And lived in her dreams,
And knew she'd soon learn
Things weren't what they seemed.
His hair curled
While hers waved
His eyes were the ocean
And hers were a cave.
They bled different blood
And bore different names.
They were connected no more than two strangers
In two passing lanes.
Grimes was her brother,
While Walsh was her father
And he found himself
Disconnected from honour.
"Don't call me daddy," he'd say
When she learned to speak
But she'd never guess
She was the daughter of a geek.