I cleaned out your dresser, found some joints My sister smoked 'em, I didn’t see the point And everyone keeps sayin' that I look just like you Life don't seem so long anymore The day my daddy died, I damn near quit the band The day my daddy died, I held my mama’s hand I cried my tears, then dried 'em up Put my face inside my hands The day my daddy died, I became a man The cops came, they did not take off their shoes People hug me, I smell like 10,000 perfumes Gave away the wheelchair, you're gone, but I'm still here January in Detroit is cold as fuck The day my daddy died, I damn near quit the band The day my daddy died, I held my mama's hand I cried my tears, then dried 'em up Put my face inside my hands The day my daddy died, I became a man The day my daddy died, I became a man My dad: I love you a lot. Me: I love you, too. My dad: Remind me to let you run away if you need to run places, like the basement. I mean, that's what it's a part of... that... being an individual. Me: Yeah, letting people go. My dad: Yeah. Me: Remind me to let you go, too, if you need to. My dad: Absolutely. Me: I love you. My dad: I love you so much. You’re gonna put that into a song?