No. No. I really like you.
I’m just a little F—ed Up right now.
What’s that? You don’t care. You say, you needed me?
I know you did, but I couldn’t be there. I was just a little F—ed up, don’t you see?
You do, and you don’t care.
I wish I had brought you sunflowers
that you could’ve draped in your hair
I wish I was someone strong
that could hug you and keep you warm
like a teddy bear—
but I’m just your F—ed up dad. I wanted to—don’t you see?
I couldn’t talk. I couldn’t tell you how I really felt.
I wish we could’ve lived on air—just the two of us
watching the sunsets melt
like ice cream Sundays on fire
but I was somewhere else
in a dank car, waiting for a deal to go down
or somewhere scared
afraid of who I was, and most of all
who I wasn’t.
I wasn’t myself, don’t you see?
Baby, is there anything I can do now?
What? You want me to leave?
But I’ve been doing that your whole life. I’m here now.
It wasn’t me, who left you alone, all those years
These are the words I hope I never have to say….