Me And My Dad Built Her

And I realize that tonight could be the last time I will know this
Walls once adorned with pictures and writing
But the warmth that’s inside begs me to remember. That warmth, while nice,
cannot sustain me
Farther, longer
Here it is, here it all is
Macramé and plastic toys
And I realize that tonight could be the last time I will know this
Walls once adorned with pictures and writing
But the warmth that’s inside begs me to remember. That warmth, while nice,
cannot sustain me