"Daddy's Not Dead" Lyrics

Empty ballparks

Lonely isles

Bitter goodbyes but I tell you

Daddy's not dead

Wrongful pulpits

In denial

Bitter goodbyes but I tell you

Daddy's not dead

Who dropped the seed that reached the sky?

Who knit the wings to stay me fly?

I've got your coat amd maybe your eyes

I don't really 'member but try

It's all so long but quick the days grew short

Soon the calendar lost to my packs of newports

feeling  lost without your reports and new words

I seek more but earn poor

A tit for the reborn

 

The leaves of trees whisper to me

No worry no cry

An inner peace seems iffy to me

Be sure you will die

Everybody that I ever loved I'll watch them go through doors in the sky

The day I get to see my homie and my papa is the same that

The porky will fly

They're the gone ones 

I'm the lost one

I ain't got guns so I'm sure to be the last one

Silly of me to think that something good would last for even a part of

My life and I bite the bullet cuz my heads giving me aches out of proportion 

An abortion would have shortened this torture but I guess that's more abnormal

So I sit back and relax

Try to put it at the back of my track

But I feel bad and the tears are back

Tearing my head apart like a demon on my back

It's a fact of life so I guess I'll just quit my whining

If you need me, you can find me in the

Empty ballparks

Lonely isles

Bitter goodbyes but I tell you

Daddy's not dead

Wrongful pulpits

In denial

Bitter goodbyes but I tell you

Daddy's not dead

Every day I look in the mirror

I see him in me if feel his tears I feel his fears I feel his love I know the roots I am the bud 

And though my petals shine at dawn

I feel the same cold death is coming on

So I jumped from the branches to seek a warmer land 

But the tree could no longer feed me so I died in the sand

And new petals grow once I'm gone on the tree

And they won't ever know that they were once me

They won't know my father or the people I loved

They'll be too busy with their life to even care who I was

So why should you give a fuck? Why should I quit taking puffs? Why should I care it's making my life faster? everyone I know will only die shortly after

And all their memories of me will be lost in the sea when their decomposing body gives life to a tree it's a cipher to me when they quite certainly say that we will all come back to earth, that's unlikely to me

But we'd all be happy to believe that we would someday meet the deceased it'd be a nice thought to think

That someday, as a new child, you won't be the lonely boy in the ballpark, you won't be that girl with no one to walk her down the isle you won't be someone who has to say these bitter goodbyes, and wont be someone who has to miss the chance to say goodbye