A thousand rings on open lines
A thousand times I’d call
Left messages on old machines
But she deleted all

With open arms I’ve reached across
The miles many times
And had the door slammed in my face
For past supposed crimes

I’ve tried with logic and finesse
I’ve argued on and on
When logic failed I’ve cried and screamed
Until my voice was gone

I know you think you know me, Dad
But you could not be more wrong
Your puzzles missing pieces and
Your albums missing songs

The me you think you know so well
Is not reality
You don’t care, but you should know
I wish you wished you knew me