Would You Let Your Daughter Date a Spiggot?

[Verse 1] I've already got opinions on her curfew And a speech prepared for anyone who'd hurt you You don't have a pulse, a name, a room— I've got the room, it's just a room But still, the point is: I rehearse your graduation in the shower I've already cried at both the speech and the commencement hour Your mother's hypothetical, your goldfish hasn't died yet And I'm standing in a nursery aisle With nothing in my basket but the quiet [Pre-Chorus] Would you let your daughter date a spiggot? Baby, you don't have a daughter yet, but listen— The fact that you're afraid to ever miss her Is proof you're built to hold her like a prism [Chorus] I'm a father to a question no one's asked me yet A man with all the instincts and exactly none of the context I've got a drawer of little socks I bought on accident— Well, not "on accident," but "on a Wednesday" Which is close I'm raising someone no one's met And I'm already doing the most [Verse 2] I've got a list of things I'd never say to you Like anything my coaches said in 1996 to '02 I know exactly how to pack a lunch that says I see you— Turkey, note, a stupid drawing Yeah I've workshopped the whole menu I've already had the talk, the real one, not the easy one About the boys who say the right thing with the wrong rhythm I'll know them by the pauses where the honesty should be 'Cause I used to be the pause— Now I'm trying to be the sentence [Pre-Chorus] Would you let your daughter date a spiggot? I don't even know what that means anymore— But the answer came before the question did Which is fatherhood, I think, in its purest form [Chorus] I'm a father to a question no one's asked me yet A man with all the instincts and exactly none of the context I've got a drawer of little socks I bought on accident— Well, not "on accident," but "on a Wednesday" Which is close I'm raising someone no one's met And I'm already doing the most [Bridge] [Slower, Vulnerable] And if you never come— If the math just doesn't work If the timing stays unkind— Then I'll have loved the idea of you so precisely That the universe should count it as a crime That it gave me the specifics of your hypothetical giggle And the weight of your impossible head against my chest at 3 a.m. And the fear—the gorgeous, stupid fear Of letting anything get near you— And then never pressed send [Final Chorus] [Stripped, Intimate] I'm a father to a question And maybe that's enough Maybe readiness is its own arrival Maybe the rehearsal is the love Would you let your daughter date a spiggot? I don't have a daughter yet But I've got a space in every room I've entered Shaped exactly like the thing I can't forget [Outro] [Soft, Almost Spoken] The prism doesn't work without the light passing through I'm just standing at the angle Waiting to be useful to you [End]