Why don't I write like I used to? What is it? What's wrong?
So hear me out,
Maybe we should start to be a little more..
You know, what's the word I'm thinking of?
Cliche
That's it, you always know the missing words in my sentence.s
It seems to be that we're drifting apart from society
And I started to notice this when your mother
Bought us a new table cloth
And I just gave her a blank stare
Why do we need a new table cloth?
What's wrong with this one?
What's wrong with the one we have been using for seven years thus far?
I'm out of touch of reality and the norms
Maybe I should read more.
Where's my Catcher in the Rye?
My father would take me out fishing
Once a week, Every week
Throughout my summer break
He told me we were looking for Mermaids
We'd find the most beautiful two
And they'd take us away from the terrible
Place called Land
I'd always ask,
"What about mom? But...what about mommy?
We can't leave mommy. She can come too right?"
And he'd always say,
"She's not made for the sea, she'll be on land until the day
She dies."
When my parents divorced,
It hit my Father harder,
I guess because well, it was out of his hands.
He didn't want to keep carpenting,
His hobbies all fell apart and he took his savings
Bought himself a boat and left shore.
Mother moved to Tennessesse with her new lover
He's a lawyer
Not that it really matters
Well, to my Father it does,
He's convinced her new husband won her over
With his devilish looks and split snake tongue.
I wonder if he meant the sexual inneundo.
It's strange to watch your Father's heart break
My parents had seen mine shattered at least three times
"There's plenty of fish out in the sea."
Of course there is but you'll never find that one in particular again.
Maybe you'll find a new breed.
You'll get that better catch
But it's never the same fish,
Actually, if you set them back out, it could be
But let's take that possibility out.
I couldn't tell him that. I couldn't pat him on the back,
"Dad, don't worry, you'll find a better one!"
What catch will be better than a high school sweet heart
Who gave birth to his only son?
When he pulled into a dock,
I was the only one he called.
He'd only be there for a few days
If I wanted to see him
If I wanted to talk
I'd have to fly out there and meet with him
"I'll eventually pay you back for the ticket,
When I get it all back together."
I never let him pay me back.
"What have you been doing Dad, out on sea I mean? Thinking?"
"Mostly. I brought a bunch of calendars with me from previous years
I have been trying to pin point the day your mother stopped loving me."
Well that was garbage.
I wish I was a witty cynical bastard like John Cleese.
