God called my papa, and he hung up quick
he started starring at his watch and counting every single tick
He was gonna die, and knew it, but he couldn't handle it,
so he began to drink because he thinks it might dismantle it
it made him seem angry, and you could see confusion
in the eyes of disillusion, as the struggle meets diffusion
He couldn't eat, he always slept, and looked just like a skeleton.
morphine dreams to ease up on things they're telling him
nobody needed to be reminded of the silence
we were walking on egg shells, and speaking pseudoscience
like we ever had clue, but no one really knew
what he was going through, only that we needed help to make it
I feel like it was worth a smile even when we faked it
it's time for your last trip papa where should we take it
he drew his final mast then threw out a long cast
and returned to the sea where he was free be at last
he started starring at his watch and counting every single tick
He was gonna die, and knew it, but he couldn't handle it,
so he began to drink because he thinks it might dismantle it
it made him seem angry, and you could see confusion
in the eyes of disillusion, as the struggle meets diffusion
He couldn't eat, he always slept, and looked just like a skeleton.
morphine dreams to ease up on things they're telling him
nobody needed to be reminded of the silence
we were walking on egg shells, and speaking pseudoscience
like we ever had clue, but no one really knew
what he was going through, only that we needed help to make it
I feel like it was worth a smile even when we faked it
it's time for your last trip papa where should we take it
he drew his final mast then threw out a long cast
and returned to the sea where he was free be at last
god gave us gift, but only under one condition
we gotta give him back when we're all finished in the kitchen
if you fry me fish I promise that I'll do the dishes
but that what just another little fib from a big kid
who's gonna be proud of me, now who's gonna shout at me
when I need it the most, the edge is getting close
I never said goodbye, but I don't think that it's the end
for a father and his child running wild till they transcend
Drowning, and I don't think that I can catch breathe
as the years stack up I feel surrounded by death
another mother has no husband, no one to help our cousins
how we gonna let her know how much we really loved him
tell her we wont forget him, and we're lucky to have met him
no one else could ever take his place or be better brace
father to his daughter, a teacher not preacher
who'd have know this year that we would see a double feature
I feel like a bastard cause a I never took it serious,
I tired to give them laughter, but it ended with the pastor
how amazing is the grace? and is he really hearing this
as puddles cover every face the silence fills up every place,
stammering and clambering about what they should get
as the greed overcomes the need to pay your respect
I feel we never did him justice, I was born to bust this
if you're still in touch with us then smile as we crush this
god gave us gift, but only under one condition
we gotta give him back when we're all finished in the kitchen
if you fry me fish I promise that I'll do the dishes
but that what just another little fib from a big kid
who's gonna be proud of me, now who's gonna shout at me
when I need it the most, the edge is getting close
I never said goodbye, but I don't think that it's the end
for a father and his child running wild till they transcend
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