Texty: Lower Than Atlantis. Far Q.

Dear Dad, I think about you every now and then,
I hope to God that I don?t turn out like you as I grip this pen.
Every time you cross my mind, I cross my heart and hope to die,
That I wont ever let myself become a disappointment to my mum.

Father, you never bothered, about as close as north and south are to each other.
But my mother, I really love her, although sometimes I wish she would have chose another.

As I reminisce, I think of all the birthdays and Christmas? you missed
And no millionaire could afford what you cost me walking out the door.
I?ve cried a thousand times but now I realize that this is only biological,
You?re a name on my birth certificate and that?s all.

I?ll tie a rope around the neck of your Fred Perry and hang you from my family tree.