It's Been a Bad Few Weeks

He heard it loud and clear the silence deafened him
All the lights were on but no one else was in
The candles flickered out, the door slammed in the wind
He didn't notice
He was all alone in the kitchen with his note
It said: Dad, I'm leaving home and I'm not coming back for good
This is all you've got so run with it and take it to your grave

It's been a bad few weeks
I'm sick, I'm sick and tired
I'm feeling old and past my prime
But I know we've still got time

Darling where have you gone?
You've got me worried sick
I've rang your friends and searched the woods
I can't fucking deal with this
I'm an old and dying man and you've got me on the ropes
Now I'm helpless
I've searched your note for any clues, using codes and lemon juice
I haven't slept for days, brushed my teeth or worn my shoes
I'm starting to go mad, I'm hallucinating too
Grandma is coming over just to see what she can do

My son, she's not coming back
I'm sorry, you've not come to terms with that
My son, we buried her last year
I'm sorry, that you needed her back here