Hey! I'm here!
Yeah, right here.
Right where you used to be, drunk off my ass and just waiting for someone to come pick me up off the damn ground.
Sound familiar? Good.
Like Father, like daughter, huh? Yeah, thank you for these superior genes.
These jeans are ripped from the ground I fell on while I was searching for you, searching for where the hell you ran off to.
You left me with a bottle of booze, hoping I'd drink the memory of you away, well, congrats.
I've almost frogotten the way you make me feel,
how I cry every Friday because I realize your beat up red Jeep won't be pulling into my driveway.
The liqour almost drowned away the thought that I always wished I had gotten those bright blue eyes,
and the thought that I wished I saw you more.
Now, it only reminds me of you. So, thank you, for the drunkness I have when I'm sober.
