Sleeping with Sirens - Free now

I wrote this song for my father. Sometimes I feel he never gave a damn about me.
Though he raised me like he should, did he understand me? No, no, I don't think so.
I wrote this song for my mother. She had to leave me, when I was younger.
She said son, seek this life, and keep an open mind. 

All day long she's waiting for the night to ask her out

You can feel like a part of something if you're part of the scene. 
You can make your life look pretty. Add a little ice and gin.
Wash off the make-up and prepare the aspirin. 
Well you can get out of this party dress but you can't get out of this skin.