I got a message today that said: "Hey Ryan, I know your father. Did you know, you look just like your father?" Oh, you know my father? I don't know him at all, he never bothered. I'm not the child he ever wanted. But when I look in that mirror And see his face, I wish I could waste myself.
I know you didn't know, it shows. He talks like he was there, which isn't fair, I receive a message once a year "Happy birthday" I don't get why. Just to say to himself he tried? The only thing I can say are ours Is every one of those mental scars That get ripped open in his name. Sixteen years so far of feeling lame.
You know my father? Can you tell me... Does he answer when you call? When you write, does he answer at all? You know my father? That's nice to hear, I don't.