I can tell all the years before
Counting shadows and fading away
Have finally taken their toll
Cause you can barely stand up straight
With a face so weathered and worn
Like a worker's leather glove
You couldn't place my name
Could you tell just who I was?
Two cigarettes, a bottle broke
Your father hunched atop the bar
Eyes red, sleeves stained and soaking wet
He talks about his bastard kid
Two cigarettes, my father's broke
He needs a 10 to make the tab
Says that I seem familiar now
Some face he's maybe seen before
The counter echoes the spots
They were shots from the bottle of gin
Wasting so much time with your thoughts
But never the matter at hand
Stumbling, trembling with keys
Does that mean it's time to leave
You fumbled through a goodbye
Then crashed down the stool to my feet
Two cigarettes, a bottle broke
Your father lying on the floor
He spills my name in a hurried breath
My fist contracts all on its own
Pop reaches out to touch my face
I lay that bastard out again
Two cigarettes, a bottle broke
Your father lying on the floor
I cash the embers, hit the door
As he mumbles through what might have been
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