Dear father.

When I was young,
I was waiting every night
for you to come home.

But now when I am older
It’s hard to stay sober
and not think about how things could be
if all of this wasn’t for me.

Nothing is okay.

There’s nothing okay.
And I don’t think it’ll ever be.
A little light is what I want to see.
All I have is nothing.
And nothing is okay.

What?
You didn’t understand?
It’s all getting out of hand.
And my hand..
Oh God, it’s getting worse.
I need nurse, I need nurse.
But all I have is nothing.
And nothing is okay.

Not okay for me,
But okay for them all.
So let’s build a wall, let’s build a wall.
This is my last call.