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i'm in the car with my brother and my friend and i call nelson, it's his first father's day, and he's on the front porch at my house, i can hear my friends in the background, and he's telling me about a radio station he's really into, and he wanted to stay long enough to see me but i'm not coming home yet. i get off the phone and i tell my brother and my friend about how nelson gets dressed up sometimes, handsome as all hell, and goes to church to listen to the choirs. and i feel his love from a thousand miles away, i see him packing up with his car with his dog getting himself back to alaska to have a baby with his girl, i can see his hand out the window as he drives off. i feel his love and i sit taller in the front seat.
so i'm down in california, memorizing my grandmother's house, drinking my coffee black like she did, and i've been walking around the neighborhood, like i might not ever see it again. even for a talker like me, there are some things you keep to yourself. i'm 24, putting a bunch of oxygen in my blood, sending all that blood to my organs, moving around, ya know, and i'm not going through anything major, except this life, bro!
so i'm down in california, memorizing my grandmother's house, drinking my coffee black like she did, and i've been walking around the neighborhood, like i might not ever see it again. even for a talker like me, there are some things you keep to yourself. i'm 24, putting a bunch of oxygen in my blood, sending all that blood to my organs, moving around, ya know, and i'm not going through anything major, except this life, bro!