I love when he picked me up on the station
And rang me over more than 10 times
To ask me which station I just passed.
I love the smell of the fabric softener
He put when washing my clothes
After a long long journey
I love listening to his radio
On Sunday morning
With the same 70’s songs
That keeps on repeating
I love how he made
A special room for me,
Painted with my favorite color
And sleep in it.
Whenever I’m away
And he misses me
I love his cheesy text
I love you,
I need you,
I miss you.
I love when sometimes
He said
He misses mom
As much as I hate how he ruined
The idea of there’s a loyal man in the world.
I love that all the mess he made
leads me to an amazing journey I would never take
If I wasn’t a girl who had her heartbroken
By her own dad.