I guess it's goodbye

I guess I missed that bus, again
that train, that sudden glimpse
that door in time
that very last chance
and again, I have to let go

This is when I question everything
and when I come back to question it all
all over again
and your face in my eyes
and your smile and your laughter
and your silly little girl way of answering the phone
and your voice and your eyes
clear blue sky
on the white pinkish marble of your skin
sin fort, soft and warm and strong
And now the minutes evaporate in my hands
your kisses begin to melt, and run down my skin
down to the floor
your smiles begin to fade
one by one, all fifty six of them
waving goodbye
and the ocean turns purple
out of sadness and misery
and the lifeless life begins
and the counting of the days
in a meaningless paradox
stranded in an airport
alone, sitting at a table
at the local coffee shop
hiding my face in my hands
holding on to my suitcase
bidding farewell
and hope and strength
and rings and reason
and words and the sour blood and the hopeful dreams
begin their last trip
their slow and painful walk
to this dead bed
nothing new
after all these years
it seems almost normal
it seems like me

Father

I remember the first time I fucked a girl, in the yacht 

(well, fuck, I was just a kid)

in the morning I saw my old man, staring at me

he knew what had happened

and he looked at me, straight in the eye

and he smiled.. but not just any smile

this is my motherfucking father we're talking bout

it was the biggest smile

and I knew, right there and then

I had made my old man proud

Everything after that, is just everything after that