Home wrecked.
House bought.
DAddy needs a new start.

Good friend to girlfriend.
Goodbey, your bags are packed.
Thanksgiving weekend.

Mom's on the phone, she's crying.
Whos that and whats wrong? Where's dad?
He's not home.

"How are you?" he asks.
"I'm not bad, I guess..."




I'm dropping dimes and I'm bearing knuckles.

You fight for me but I'm hardly worth it.

So dad, how's the new house?

Bet it's nice with no kids around.
Mom's busy, she's been working late since your last chekc never came.
IO'm glad for the raise and the move south, 'cause i"d rather spend your money than spend my time with you.

What do you want me to say?

I'll make it all up if its makes you feel better.

I'll make it all up for you.