Father’s Day // Frank Turner
You always told me Father’s Day
was just another way
of selling Hallmark greeting cards.
Twenty Years of waking sleep,
of lying through your teeth,
meant every Father’s Day spent wondering
who the hell you are.
What’s the point in us making vows
that we’re never going to keep?
I keep trying to keep you up,
but you keep on falling asleep.
And all the promises we made ,
they were painful and untrue,
but for better or for worse,
I am turning into you.
My sister and i have a tradition to play this really loud and dance around the room then bitch about how incompetent you have to be to fuck up something so simple and natural as loving your child.
I wonder if dad thinks about us. Or if he has a song and bitches about us.