this fan sounds like your old rocking chair
baby do you remember it?
the odd creek it had like the wood was trying to hold
on just for you.
i remember when
we found it on the side of the road
on one of the
hottest days of the summer and
you swore it was meant
to come home with us
because your father had one when you were a child
and he'd sit you in his lap and sing his favorite old tunes
while the sun was starting to set
and you missed those times
and i remember us cramming it into the trunk of our little car
and carrying it up three flights of stairs to our little home
and placing it in the corner of our little living room
and i remember how every evening we made it home before the
sun would set you'd drag me over to that little chair
rest your head in my lap and sing me a tune while i stroked your hair
you said your father showed you he loved you everyday the one way he knew how
so to keep the tradition going that's what you'd do to me
but after a while you remembered your father became a drunk who stopped singing to you
and then you got angry and stopped singing to me too
and one day i got home before the sunset to find that chair
we got off the side of the road smashed into shards of wood scattered across our floor
and that's when i knew you'd stopped loving me the same way you thought your father stopped loving you.

"if i could sing worth a **** i wouldn't wait for the sunsets to show you i loved you."

,sbh.