Dear son, Daddy's never comin back home
He pa**ed on, claim him as one of your own
My mind's numb, nothing has been clearer than this
They found him on the rug at the Golden Gate Inn
And I know, Poppa never intended for this
To drag me, down into this bottomless pit
I've been given just about, all I can chew
I think back on love's empty truth
And I feel like the day he died
I feel like the day he died
I walked in, Cops talkin' standing around
I kneeled down, his body lying there on the ground
I begged please, please, let me get a minute with him
And they said, don't touch anything kid
It smelt like life, just exit the room
I cried to, a shell of a man I once knew
My mind's been spinning way out of control
I can't believe that it's been three long years ago
And I feel like the day he died
I feel like the day he died
And I feel like the day he died
I feel like the day he died
And I feel like the day he died
I feel like the day
And I feel like the day he died
I feel like the day
Dear son, Daddy's never comin' back home
I've gone numb, wish I had the strength to live on
I can't breathe, is there any air left in here?
I can't believe, everything I hold disappears
Has gone on, time and time again all alone
And dear Son, Daddy's never comin' back home
And I feel like the day he died
And I feel like the day he died
And I feel like the day he died