[FAUXE]

Or maybe something else can give

It’s more than I can change...

It’s you, beautiful design

Something so sublime

It’s you, beautiful design

And if it only means

To leave this Earth behind

Behind...

Carrying a person in a pot is a different kind of pain

When his remains are in the ocean, it’s a different kind of rain

And every-time I think of you I whisper your name under my breath

I feel like this song wrote itself even before your dеath

It was you who gave me my name, Subhas

You spеlt it has instead of ash, so I would always have

Yet I couldn’t give you that last $100 when you asked

Thoughts going through my head when I was picking up your ashes

A WhatsApp update erased the last voice message you sent

So can you please come to me in a dream and call out to me again

We won’t fight this time I promise - I just miss how you say my name

Things haven’t been the same since, adjusting to your absence

I know you are with your brothers now, I’m sure they missed you very much

The last time that I stroked your hair it was cold to the touch

The last time we met I took a photograph as you were leaving

Something felt different - I remember mourning that evening

I still hear your breath sounds heaving

I don’t think I can unhear the sounds of my mother’s cries

Or unsee Preeti bending to kiss you right above your eyes

They said they saw a tear fall from your eye the night before you left

The longest time we spent together lately was the night I stood by your casket

I remember you being there the first time a dunked a basket

I watched as you were sleeping, this time I count no silhouettes

It was just me and you in that room, and all of my regrets

I think all the time about what your last thoughts might have been

Was it Preeti and me playing as children, was it our laughter ringing forever

Was it your wedding day where you married my beautiful mother

I know you loved Preeti the most, she was your little moleh

And I know you loved Mom with all of your heart

I know you felt like your failed us but you will always be our father

I hope this song finds you and I hope you couldn’t be prouder

The pulp of papyrus couldn't handle weight of my regret

And the bulk of my happiness lost when my father left