Sometimes I think I might like to complain
About hardly ever seeing you,
Because not once have I found you.

I've never been the child looking up to you
There's probably one of those now though,
A little girl or boy,
That you tuck into bed at night
With a kiss on the head.
You know they're the one thing that you don't regret.

You can't regret me either you know,
Because you don't know me.
I haven't happened,
Or at least that's what you think.
Surely you'd have known
But I guess that you didn't care,
Did you dad?
Is it okay?
Can I call you that?
No, it's not because you're nothing to me
You never have been.
I wanted you
Maybe I still do.