do you drive a nice car
do you like to go to the spa
do you sleep alone at night
with your bible beside

do you have a big house
with all the dollars that you’ve compiled
I know you don’t miss dad that’s alright
but do you think about us at night

dear mom
I been thinkin bout the last time I saw you
thinkin that it was the last time before you
cut me off, off the phone, shut me off, all alone

never thought I’d be the one, without you to call
my best friend said I really did change a lot
my hair length ‘sgone long to short, long to short
yuh yuh, long to short, long to short
uh

the first two years were the worst
birthdays no words said, you were a verse, too late
the birds fed grew up and flew to school
while you just sat and tried to sue
and take your rightful part, with your hard heart
turned the light to dark, cause I could not par-take in
this wake for the love you had, yuh
hearing you then only made me mad, uh

hearing how you
hated dad to his guts
that part’s alright, cos he fucked you up
kept you uptight all night, led you to your faith too
twenty seven years he was never ever faithful
so you made moves, set yourself free, I support that
forget all the things you’d lose, I would call that
natural collateral, things that make you fall back
but how come when I call you don’t call back

on track to a void,
started when you only cared about the coin
only had his money on your mind
declined to find peace, piece of me
feels like a signed lease, tossed aside
when you’re done, since you’ve won, yuh
did you think about the trees that you’ve burned, the
tears you’ve earned
three and half years to the day
since I saw your face huh

do you drive a nice car
do you like to go to the spa
do you sleep alone at night
with your bible beside

do you have a big house
with all the dollars that you’ve compiled
I know you don’t miss dad that’s alright
but do you think about us at night

i am scared of the dark
of dreams too faded, scenes unshaded by trees cut down
too soon, stumps left in the ground, the only sound I hear the slight
ringing in my right ear, bright lights and white tears, light singing in
your back-seat keeping me asleep, too deep to wake up
but when i do, always not by choice
from your packed lunches and wake-up calls
I realize I don’t recall the sound of your voice

do you miss me?
or do your dreams sound like ice cream at the mall
trust falls in empty hallways tall trees and quiet rides in your car
beside a slow breeze much stronger I no longer know who you are
so tell me why i still dream of you