Exact headache in my head

You wipe the grease off on your jeans.
You cough until your ribs turn clean.
You drop the wrench across the floor.
You kick the latch against the door.

It doesn't wash out in the sink.
It's in the water that we drink.
You gave me everything you break.
There is no other road to take.

The breaker tripped, you left the dark alone.
You cracked your knuckles right against the stone.
I watched your silence eat this house alive.
I bought my first pack when I turned fifteen.

It doesn't wash out in the sink.
It's in the water that we drink.
You gave me everything you break.
There is no other road to take.

Your father left his debt inside a drawer.
You left your steel toes by the cellar door.
You never asked me if I slept all right.
You only asked me who I fought tonight.
I got your bad hip and your stubborn jaw.
I got the temper that you never saw.

It doesn't wash out in the sink.
It's in the water that we drink.
You gave me everything you break.
There is no other road to take.

You think you're dyin' quiet in this shed.
I have your exact headache in my head.
I turn the bolt until the threads all strip.
I hit the table with an open hand.
I tell my friends to leave me the fuck alone.
I hold my breath until my face turns stone.
I keep the motor runnin' in the drive.
I slam the cabinet the way you do.

It doesn't wash out in the sink.
It's in the water that we drink.
You gave me everything you break.
There is no other road to take.
I look just like you now.
Shut up and let me work.