She's Trying to make a 'you' out of me..

gave me your first AND last name,

hoping you might resurrect into me one day

I need you pops.

Mom keeps saying you're the greatest gentleman that ever lived.

you didnt live long enough to teach me how to do that,

so i find myself writing incomplete apology letters to her.

'sorry i left the toilet seat up mom'

'sorry i catch an attitude when you throw a tantrum'

'sorry I can't make you as happy as daddy did'

 

why'd you have to go huh?

drunk people do the stupidest shit,

did you really need that bottle?

yeah yeah i know,

you were 'defending a woman' so what.

why didnt you think of me and mom before getting into that bar fight huh?

at the end of the day, that women you protected went back to her family

and where are you? oh. ok. just wanna make sure we're on the same page here.

what i dont understand is that if you were such a great 'gentleman',

what the fuck was a family man like you doing at the bar in the first place..

 

im sorry pops. i probably don't mean that.

but i need you.

im learning the hard way how to hold a girl close to my arms

without letting the thorns on her roses stab me

and im still getting pricked every now and then.

teaching myself how to be the man of my house,

making sure no other man steps foot on your throne

guess what pops.

i know how to cook.

i learned how to clean.

scared to buy a car though,

if it breaks, i wont know how to fix it.

oho, it doesnt stop there.

one of my greatest fears is marrying the wrong girl

cuz i missed out on your 'fatherly advice'.

what if i dont get married at all?

tuhh, youre advice wouldnt do me any good anyways.

after all, you ended up with my cynical mother.

 

i give you props though!

out of three baby daddies,

you were the only one man enough to stick around.

or were you?

see, you thought you were slick,

you died when i was a baby

didnt have enough time to prove yourself otherwise

so mom fell for that. admit it though.

if you were her a little longer, you would've left right?

ofcourse.

i mean, i cant blame you,

I'm trying to get out this house too.

Like father like son.

 

Speaking of which.

Every Halloween you could've been taking me trick or treating

Instead I spent those nights lighting candles for the anniversary of your tombstone

What's it been, 18 candles?

Through mom's bedtime stories of your greatness,

I nearly worshipped you as a child

But after realizing you weren't answering my prayers

I found someone else to call father.

Yeah, you and God have a lot in common

See, you both died on me.

The only difference is when Jesus dies,

He came back for me

And where are you? Oh ok. Just making sure we're still on the same page

I don't need you anymore pops,

Just wish you were here when I did..