patrick world president

I ain't planned it, the plane, the plane just landed out here. Rubbed my eyes on 89, double yellow, murdered deer. You can vanish, yes, love, you can try to disappear, a thousand eyes on a dirt road, strike a light, let it burn slow. Maybe I'm manic again, but I think this time I'm out for good. I'm a sidewalk preacher with a record deal, I'm the weight of new sneakers on some dead wood. This ain't mine anymore, I made too much goddamn noise- done starin' at the void, spin-castin' with the boys. Know I wanna beat it, wanna beat it bad, oh, everyone looks happy in a photograph. I've crossed the county line, I cannot go back. I'm always on my own. Couldn't make it home 'cause of all that rain, oh, run of bad luck in a nowhere state. I'm high above us now in a big jet plane. I'm always on my own. I'm always on my own.

Which adjective best describes your relationship with your biological father?

#0005 - Charmeleon: The Flame Pokemon