The face of a father

As he's mourning his daughter

Like she's already long gone

She listens, the sister

While they're speaking in whispers

And prays that they're all wrong

So I'll present them with a montage

Of our least polluted memories

I'm bringing you fake roses

So you know just what you mean to me

You're absent from our pictures

You were never really there

I'm growing you an ulcer

Just to show how much I care

Why do I bother

Why do I fucking care

How can this be life?

I can't believe what's in my sight

If I take one more step

I think that I just might

Taste the bullet or the knife

Tie a rope to end the fight

All that's left is just mess

And I pray it's all a test

Because this just can't be my real life

Late at night

I fantasize

And visualize

Incisions

I'll never make

Frozen with doubt

Or classic indecision

Her world contracts

The walls are closing in

And she can't breathe

He's losing his composure

How much more before he leaves

One last shot

That'll hit the spot

Begging my brain to make my heart stop

Just one more minute

Fingers crossed

We're finished

We had a good run

But I'm done

This is it

I've reached my limit

I'll present them with a montage

Of our least polluted memories

I'm bringing you fake roses

So you'll know just what you mean to me

You're absent from our pictures

You were never really there

I'm growing you an ulcer

Just to show how much I care

Why do I bother

Why do I fucking care

Why do I bother

With a mannequin stare

And two lungs void of air