BULLSHIT, YOU FUCKING MISS ME. THERE, I SAID IT, I GUESS I’LL TALK TO YOU IN A FEW MONTHS, SITTING DRUNK ON THE SIDE WALK; I GUESS I’LL GET UP, I GUESS I’LL GO FOR A WALK. BRUSH MY SHOES AGAINST THE PAVEMENT; I SWEAR THIS HAS GOTTA BE THE HUNDREDTH TIME I’VE THOUGHT OF YOU TONIGHT.
I would sleep better on your floor, than I would ever in my bed
And if your carpet makes my face itch, it’d still be heaven in my head.
So thank you so much for not raising me
You spent your life on better things
And you would have been an awful dad
Thank you though for those genes you had