Length: 2:07
Recorded: 2012
Releases:
Put your thought jar on a single tray
Drive me crazy with things you don't say
Watches, walks off, says "that's my son"
Father figure, the feel is dumb
Who will I become
Will I turn out something good, 22nd numb
Now the door's gone and he's looking in
Can't talk now cousin, I can't think for myself
Cut her loose and he watched her drown
He came clean but no one came around
So then he left town
He'd have done what he wanted had he lived that down
I lost the ones I knew and I don't even care
Friendly faces greet me, meet them with a stare
I lost my second father, I know he's sitting there
Holding Stella's hand
Hoping, praying, crying
This is the seventh track on the self-titled Barlow album.