Thanks, dad

I'm sorry for yesterday
I didn't mean to walk all over you
I wasn't born yesterday
So I guess I'll blame it all on you
I'm sorry for driving you
Away from your own family
I refuse to take the blame
So find yourself another escapee
You want us back, but you can't handle the one you had
You're hanging on, but you've been gone now for so long
All those nights you said you're working late
You were out all night painting the town
While we sat waiting for you
You were out all night fucking around
Thanks, Dad for the times we've had
Don't forget to write