The Dad's Lullaby | July 08, 2025 (13:47) |

who sang a song nineteen years ago?

a darkened path soon enough outgrown.

the ghosted pink bedroom rots

which was enough?

the wooden second floor of the haunted 

a place where my heart was torn—

man, i can't pretend that he lives in me.

so, was this the future you wanted?

are you now less haunted?

now that years have gone by,

i wish hell sings you a lullaby.

my goodbyes won't be good,

the "let by" had always been misunderstood.

how condescending you had been,

yet you still stand beneath me.

one of my life reckonings is one of my life giving you a eulogy.

you'd been too much of all my elegies, 

but never was it a pretty looking bit.

oh, you don't just know how to grow.

you can't be sharp with just a pink bow.

your boot filled with love spills alone,

and, you won't know what's good to know.

oh, you can't see stars gazing at the road.

so all the pavement starts to put on a show,

leading you back to the place you never got.

'til you see you're all just that—

didn't fit in the plans they had.