God called my papa, and he hung up quick he started starring at his watch and counting every single tick He was gonna die, and knew it, but he couldn't handle it, so he began to drink because he thinks it might dismantle it it made him seem angry, and you could see confusion in the eyes of disillusion, as the struggle meets diffusion He couldn't eat, he always slept, and looked just like a skeleton. morphine dreams to ease up on things they're telling him nobody needed to be reminded of the silence we were walking on egg shells, and speaking pseudoscience like we ever had clue, but no one really knew what he was going through, only that we needed help to make it I feel like it was worth a smile even when we faked it it's time for your last trip papa where should we take it he drew his final mast then threw out a long cast and returned to the sea where he was free be at last god gave us gift, but only under one condition we gotta give him back when we're all finished in the kitchen if you fry me fish I promise that I'll do the dishes but that what just another little fib from a big kid who's gonna be proud of me, now who's gonna shout at me when I need it the most, the edge is getting close I never said goodbye, but I don't think that it's the end for a father and his child running wild till they transcend Drowning, and I don't think that I can catch breathe as the years stack up I feel surrounded by death another mother has no husband, no one to help our cousins how we gonna let her know how much we really loved him tell her we wont forget him, and we're lucky to have met him no one else could ever take his place or be better brace father to his daughter, a teacher not preacher who'd have know this year that we would see a double feature I feel like a bastard cause a I never took it serious, I tired to give them laughter, but it ended with the pastor how amazing is the grace? and is he really hearing this as puddles cover every face the silence fills up every place, stammering and clambering about what they should get as the greed overcomes the need to pay your respect I feel we never did him justice, I was born to bust this if you're still in touch with us then smile as we crush this god gave us gift, but only under one condition we gotta give him back when we're all finished in the kitchen if you fry me fish I promise that I'll do the dishes but that what just another little fib from a big kid who's gonna be proud of me, now who's gonna shout at me when I need it the most, the edge is getting close I never said goodbye, but I don't think that it's the end for a father and his child running wild till they transcend