Do You Still Think of Me? - Dads

Do you still think of me

like I still think of you?

When we were teenagers

on our way back from school.

I heard your mother hates you now,

oh I hope that’s true.

I still remember hearing her cry

when you split my face in two.

I hope your hell is a place

where you see nothing new.

And you sit with yourself

and think about what you used to do.

You can’t hold onto everything for ever,

or that’s what I tell myself.

One time i tried getting better,

that didn’t really help.

I promised I wouldn’t talk about it

yet here I am,

I can’t get past that summer

or the scars you left.

I stuck around and made plans

and took the punches that you swept.

I broke my own vows

cause I thought happiness was based on how long each night you slept.

Friendship was a four letter word,

I couldn’t speak it around you.

I cut all my ties that year

cause I thought it was what I was supposed to do.

You can’t pick favorites

without someone’s feelings getting hurt.

You can’t replace the button

that flew off when you ripped my shirt,

or my family, thank god my sister didn’t give birth

in the years you controlled me,

I didn’t even know how much she hurt.

I’m bringing you back to life,

Anna i’m finally giving you the light,

if I can start the fire I can try and put it out.

I don’t have time for all your intricacies,

I’m focusing on the little things,

but skipping kings,

and skipping queens,

we are all people

no matter how we label things.