Dear Jacob I wont take up too much of you time I know youre trying to get your video game-grind on And thats fine Just gimme a second to empty my face Before I hit the road again to go and win this paper chase Ive been watching you man Im proud of you man Youre growing up to be the best man that you possibly can I know you understand Why I go out of town I also know my days are colder when youre not around Sometimes I wonder what its like to be adapted to the fact That daddy never lived inside the same shack And sometimes I get this pain in my stomachs pit Its what I get Im convinced its my punishment For those nights I got drunk and let go at some bar In some city with some people I dont know For all the times that the lines on your face Reminded me of the days before the dagonflies escaped It trips me out how you pick up all my traits From the way that you spit to the fists that you make I watch the way you try to keep your mom happy Daddy learned that from you Youre supposed to learn that from daddy I cant teach much when it comes to women I drive safe and slow but dont know nothing bout the engine Youre doing good little man thats all I really meant I love you Youre my best friend, thanks for listening
Posted on: Fri, 02 Jan 2015 15:07:13 +0000