jacquescousteau
Bluelighter
I'm turning into my father
and pushing him farther away
Though I'd like to help
I am useless and broken
I'm barely alive and awake
He was so kind as to leave me
a gift, though I know he meant well,
it left me deserted
in ways I can't tell you
in ways that I know he has felt
But thanks is still due to my father
without this, I'm an empty shell
the dried up remains of a
salesman who's selling
what no one else wanted to sell
The good and the bad from my father
it brings me to bring you a taste
of that which was passed down
both smile and frown
from a man that I could not disgrace.
and pushing him farther away
Though I'd like to help
I am useless and broken
I'm barely alive and awake
He was so kind as to leave me
a gift, though I know he meant well,
it left me deserted
in ways I can't tell you
in ways that I know he has felt
But thanks is still due to my father
without this, I'm an empty shell
the dried up remains of a
salesman who's selling
what no one else wanted to sell
The good and the bad from my father
it brings me to bring you a taste
of that which was passed down
both smile and frown
from a man that I could not disgrace.
