dad joke? nah dad = joke

sometimes being a daughter is forgiving your father

again and

again and my

mom’s got callouses while my dad’s got

chalices and

“i hate your tone”

but you’re never

home and

if apologies were ender eyes

you’d never make it to The End

the end

how will it end?

i’m typing out insults that i just can’t send

because my mom, you know, she’s got feelings too

well it shouldn’t be, and if it were up to me, he wouldn’t be

it was never meant to be

but a house needs income

but your daughter needs an outcome

where her children have a grandpa who could be their chum

cause i used to think you were superman

but now i know you’re superlameman

because your eyes are glued to the TV

memorizing the wrinkles on your team’s QB

while mom’s prepping dinner in the kitchen

(she’s on hour three)

our three last texts were fights.

and i don’t have a clue how to make it right

cause i inherited your stubbornness and attitude

so we’re both just out of moves

but but but i really do miss you

i just need to find a way to get through

when forgiving an unrepentant sinner,

there really is no winner.