January 11th, 2017

I cleaned out your dresser, found some joints.
My sister smoked 'em, I didn’t see the point.
And everyone keeps saying, 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 ten thousand 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.
I love you a lot.
I love you too.
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.
Yeah letting people go.
Yeah.
Remind me to let you go too if you need to.
Absolutely.
I love you.
I love you so much.