Sometimes I breathe you in and I know you know...
Dear Daddy...
I found your signature the other day, when Mom handed me a paper where, humouring me, you'd sworn to give me the tattoo I wanted on April 27th, 2000.
She said, Don't cry.
I couldn't listen to her.
I couldn't humour her.
I'm crying now.
I miss you.
I'm falling apart with out you.
Every fucking day.
I think about you everyday.
What would you have wanted for Christmas this year, Dad?
I just want to take back one of those moments.
I want you to come back for a few seconds, a few hours, a few minutes...enough time for me to tell you I miss you and I love you.
Just tell me what I'm doing wrong, okay? And I'll fix them, I promise. Okay? Just come back and tell me what's so wrong with me that I can't get over losing you...
Because I can't.
I don't think I ever will, despite my meager efforts.
Fucking beer makes me like this. But that's okay. I think about you more and can almost, almost bring you to life in my mind.
Maybe the moon will come down and save me. Open your eyes. Stop me from falling...Oh, I'm drowning...
No one's picking up the phone. Guess it's me, and me. And this little masochist, she's ready to confess....All the things that I never thought that she could feel...Hey Jupiter? Nothing's been the same...
I found your signature the other day, when Mom handed me a paper where, humouring me, you'd sworn to give me the tattoo I wanted on April 27th, 2000.
She said, Don't cry.
I couldn't listen to her.
I couldn't humour her.
I'm crying now.
I miss you.
I'm falling apart with out you.
Every fucking day.
I think about you everyday.
What would you have wanted for Christmas this year, Dad?
I just want to take back one of those moments.
I want you to come back for a few seconds, a few hours, a few minutes...enough time for me to tell you I miss you and I love you.
Just tell me what I'm doing wrong, okay? And I'll fix them, I promise. Okay? Just come back and tell me what's so wrong with me that I can't get over losing you...
Because I can't.
I don't think I ever will, despite my meager efforts.
Fucking beer makes me like this. But that's okay. I think about you more and can almost, almost bring you to life in my mind.
Maybe the moon will come down and save me. Open your eyes. Stop me from falling...Oh, I'm drowning...
No one's picking up the phone. Guess it's me, and me. And this little masochist, she's ready to confess....All the things that I never thought that she could feel...Hey Jupiter? Nothing's been the same...
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crushed
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