January 11th, 2017

I cleaned out your dresser, found some joints

My sister smoked 'em, I didn’t see the point

And everyone keeps sayin' that I look just like you

Life don't seem so long anymore

The day my daddy died, I damn near quit the band

The day my daddy died, I held my mama’s hand

I cried my tears, then dried 'em up

Put my face inside my hands

The day my daddy died, I became a man

The cops came, they did not take off their shoes

People hug me, I smell like 10,000 perfumes

Gave away the wheelchair, you're gone, but I'm still here

January in Detroit is cold as fuck

The day my daddy died, I damn near quit the band

The day my daddy died, I held my mama's hand

I cried my tears, then dried 'em up

Put my face inside my hands

The day my daddy died, I became a man

The day my daddy died, I became a man

My dad: I love you a lot.

Me: I love you, too.

My dad: Remind me to let you run away if you need to run places, like the basement. I mean, that's what it's a part of... that... being an individual.

Me: Yeah, letting people go.

My dad: Yeah.

Me: Remind me to let you go, too, if you need to.

My dad: Absolutely.

Me: I love you.

My dad: I love you so much. You’re gonna put that into a song?