When people ask me about my father
I don't want to tell them the truth
So I have a fake father
He lives in my mind
He's tall
So I can look up to him
He's kind
So he'll never hit my mother
He's stern
So he'll tell me when I've done wrong
He's caring
So he'll apologize for yelling
He's the man I tell people about
But no you can't meet him
I tell them he's dead
He lives in my mind
He lives in my heart
He tells me what to do when I don't know where to start
He tells me story and gives me advice
He loves me for who I am
In my mind,
He tucks me in at night
He tells me "breakfast is the most important part of the day" as he chuckles behind his news paper
He loves my mom more than anything
This is the way I cope
With the dead imaginary man who lives in my head
He tells me to hold on
That life is worth living
My fake father is a tall lanky man who loves my mother and the morning crossword
He thinks regular golf is overrated and would rather take me mini golfing
He yells at me when I do something dangerous but only because he worries
He takes me out for ice cream to apologize
He comes to all my plays and claps the loudest
But he's not real
He's my fake father
He lives in my mind
