the faces of old men
khakis, plaid shirts
where were their fields on this earth?
they don't talk like, and they don't act like
but i think that they're hurt

we drove in your car
to hardee's number nine
unloaded the truck right there
and saw the morning lights

to be honest i don't know well
you were always there in my head
shooting the rifle at floating trash
and off to the coast in our van

twenty hour day just to make sure we'd eat
putting something in saving when every day's on repeat

you cried to our face on father's day
when you said that you missed it all
we told you it was okay

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