Used to be so good
making all the right motions
all the right words
father drawing too hard a line
not aware of the damage he did
aborted, how many times?
naked and painful at once
high and driving in the snow
we nearly died that night
so many places you've lived
one awful mistake after another
only trying to find the right way
father turning away, bastard
too stupid to fix the wrongs
so many attempts made
little things always spoilt
too much time gone by
my chance to save missed
shedding tears for you.