Barpartment

Theres a bar that killed my father

Not for real but exaggerating helps

Its been turned into apartments

And I've rented one for myself

The walls feel the same

But the energy has shifted

Cream paint can cover the stains

But the sadness was omitted

Ive been connected here for as long as I remember

He was here whenever he had time

Id call here to get ahold of him

I learned the number even before I knew mine

Its a strange feeling knowing where someone is

But also knowing they're lost

Through a lifetime of hardness

Somehow I still remain soft

I still hear the chatter

I can feel the atmosphere

Its not comforting in the least

Why did he love it here

When im having a bad day

And I walk through that door

Ive never felt as connected

Never felt like him more

I can see him perk up

Peek a smile and ask for a beer

Sit upon the stool with a sigh

Even in bed im not that comfortable here

Ive made my home here so that I could now tell

Stories of how my dad was around

The classic father son stories follow quickly

Im lying through my teeth and it makes me feel sickly

So I close my eyes and remember to breathe

Because his deathbed is now where I sleep

I am not him and he is not me

Ill pack in the morning and shut the door gently when I leave