It's Been a Bad Few Weeks

He headed loud and clear, The silence deafened him I would like to run, But no-one else is here The candles flickered out, The door slammed in the wind He didn't notice He was all alone In the kitchen with his notes Said dad I'm leaving home I'm not coming back for good This is all you've got So run with it, take it to your grave And it's been a bad few weeks And I'm sick, sick and tired Feeling old, past my prime But I know, we've still got time Darling where you gone, You got me worried sick, Rang your friends for any word I can't fucking deal with it. I'm an old and dying man You got me on the ropes Now I'm helpless I search all night for any clues Using code and lemon juice?! I haven't slept for days Brushed my teeth or worn my shoes Starting to go mad Halicinating too Grandmas coming over Just to see what she can do And it's been, a bad few weeks And I'm sick, sick and tired Feeling old, and past my prime But I know, we've still got time 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. It's been a bad few weeks And I'm sick, sick and tired. Feeling old, and past prime But I know, we've still got time