I see 36 cans all over your room
2 bottles, an ashtray, this leads to your tomb
I must be prepared, for you will die soon
And your bedroom will feel eternally gloom
Your bed is a desert, you body the dunes
Bar opens at 4, so you�re sleeping past noon
The sands of your time just keeps blowing away
And I know you could've easily died today
You manage your deathtrap and work for yourself
Your youth's next to liquor bottles on a shelf
Your pride has been lost in those cans of beer
Your ego boosted on that pool table for years
You gave up your life for the keys to the bar
Of my parents, you are the most foolish by far
I love you, and still you refuse to change
When I make it big it will be so strange
The disappearing father with his disappearing acts
Will disappear forever and he's never coming back
Failing me like he did 18 years ago
Every time I think about it there's some fear I show
Like when you don't always get home nightly
And I think you could be dead or just might me
Tightly, holding on to the wrong type of girl
You sleep around a lot, in this risky world
You never get angry, but lately you flip
You throw shit against the wall and throw fits
Your elderly mother begins to cry
When you smash the VCR because you're so high
On alcohol and God knows what else you might be on
And I will miss your dirty jokes when you�re gone
It�s too late to go back; you keep digging your grave
And having you is more important than the money you gave
Father, your senses are dull, and you're tipsy
If I was the one about to die, would you miss me?
Would you lead by example?
About fatherhood, your knowledge should be very ample
You know what not to do cause you�ve done it
Your life is now in ashes, the smell is now pungent
This is my last attempt to get you to react
And I swear my life will never get to the point where yours is at
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