Torn
We planned for you to be born
From my arms torn
I planned that ring
And now I feel like a used up thing
I thought the whole day with you son
Just two hours guess its better than one
In reality I don't know what time you have left
26 days is what time has kept
Seeing you will be bittersweet
Just two hours to play with your feet.
We planned to see your lines
On our wedding day I planned to say lines
I blushed and smiled too much got nothing out
Planned lines and planned rings is all daddy cries about
Daddy is stuck under a park bench
Theres a downpour
I'm trying not to get drenched
The clouds got black
I couldn't make it home before natures ramsack
Its ok I get to write to you
Write to you until the clouds stop wheeping
Daddy will walk back so he can begin wheeping
Neon lights trailer nights
She can't dance she can't sing
But that cute forehead I still gave her a ring
I'm sorry son.
I guess for your mommy
I'm not the one.
