Providence, NJ

Sometimes I go to call him
But his number's been given
To some random stranger
Who don't care how my day's been

I'd say, "Dad, I'm a writer
I write to delay
This disease that you gave me
Where my head it stays in shadows
It stays in shadows"

Whatever I do, you're here too

I wrote him a letter
"Dear Dad, I'm feeling better
I don't blame you much anymore
But it's not like I never

Think of you as a curse
That began when you left that hearse
We lowered you into the ground
And now everything runs in reverse
It runs in reverse"

Whatever I do, you're here too

Oh, now my phone's disconnected
My letter's not sent
Still I play out these conversations in my head
But my imagined responses
Are never as deep
As the songs he would sing to me, falling asleep

Whatever I do, you're here too
Whatever I do, you're here too



Credits
Writer(s): Sawyer Bernath
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