he s gone tonight he s claiming the throne grant us some mercy for you know nothing of the mess you re leaving behind he shuffles the queen around in a deck of cards i m still trying to find answers to mend this broken heart ode to my father ode to my father it s this years addiction watching you walk out the door the stench of the last look you gave to me you re a perfectionist when it comes to it it saddens me to know you could start a new life leaving everything behind now i am left to pick up the broken pieces when i never asked to be here in the first place and it lives with me every day down a whore s throat runnin around runnin around runnin around round down a whore s throat now i am left to stitch up the pieces and we ll give it a shot to live on