2025-02-10
You're trying to outrun your dad.
He's chasing you in his car,
And you're scared, you're scared.
You're scared he might hurt you,
And you're scared no one will believe you.
Even though you're an adult now,
He's still your dad
and he's still got power over you
until his last dying breaths.
And you know you won't go to his funeral because he was a bastard,
Ruined your life forever living as a tyrant and a false martyr.
He doesn't see anything wrong with the way he treats you.
You're the enemy forever and always, punished for being alive.
You're trying to outrun your dad.
He's getting old now and you see he's only a man.
Still, it hurts to look him in the eye
and see how lousy,
how sad he is.
You're trying to outrun your dad,
And he's dead now.
You can breathe but the grief outlasts him,
Bittersweet and tainted.
Longing for your daddy but only remembering his rage.
It's okay.
You can be angry and you can be sad.
You can rest.
He can't hurt you anymore.
It's okay.
You're free and you can breathe.
You're free and you can breathe.
You're free and you can breathe.