I cleaned out your dresser, found some joints
My sister smoked 'em, I didn’t see the point
And everyone keeps sayin' that I look just like you
Life don't seem so long anymore

The day my daddy died, I damn near quit the band
The day my daddy died, I held my mama’s hand
I cried my tears, then dried 'em up
Put my face inside my hands
The day my daddy died, I became a man

The cops came, they did not take off their shoes
People hug me, I smell like 10,000 perfumes
Gave away the wheelchair, you're gone, but I'm still here
January in Detroit is cold as fuck

The day my daddy died, I damn near quit the band
The day my daddy died, I held my mama's hand
I cried my tears, then dried 'em up
Put my face inside my hands
The day my daddy died, I became a man
The day my daddy died, I became a man

My dad: I love you a lot.
Me: I love you, too.
My dad: Remind me to let you run away if you need to run places, like the basement. I mean, that's what it's a part of... that... being an individual.
Me: Yeah, letting people go.
My dad: Yeah.
Me: Remind me to let you go, too, if you need to.
My dad: Absolutely.
Me: I love you.
My dad: I love you so much. You’re gonna put that into a song?