It's Been A Bad Few Weeks

He heard it loud and clear

The silence deafened him

All the lights were on

But no one else was in

The candles flickered out

The door slammed in the wind

He didn't notice

He was all alone in the kitchen with his note

Said, "Dad, I'm leaving home

And I'm not coming back for good

This is all you've got, so run with it

And take it to your grave"

And it's been a bad few weeks

And I'm sick, I'm sick and tired

I'm feeling old, past my prime

But I know we've still got time

Darling, where you gone?

You've got me worried sick

Round your friends in search of words

I can't fucking deal with this

I'm an old and dying man

You've got me on the ropes

Now I'm helpless

I've searched your note for any clues

Using codes and lemon juice

I haven't slept for days

Brushed my teeth or worn my shoes

I'm starting to go mad

Hallucinating too

Grandma's coming over

Just to see what she can do

And it's been a bad few weeks

And I'm sick, I'm sick and tired

I'm feeling old, past my prime

But I know we've still got time

My son, she's not coming back

I'm sorry you've not come to terms with that

My son, we buried her last year

I'm sorry that you needed her back here

It's been a bad few weeks

And I'm sick, I'm sick and tired

I'm feeling old, past my prime

But I know we've still got time