And it wasn't for love that you went back home / it was the guilt in your throat like you swallowed a bone / they had all of your life to get it right / they had all that time just to change their minds / and you're grateful for the bus, its a place to sit down / like a spider in the winter trying not to be found / no use trying to heal when you're getting stepped on / no use selling your soul when you're getting passed on
How could they treat you like a forgotten card?
Dear Dad,
I'm sorry.
Thank you very much.










