Here's Hoping, Sincerely (Bonus) Lyrics

Sundays

We used to watch baseball on Sundays

I didn't know how the game was played

But when the Mets won, your hands would raise

Me up to the sky, felt like I could fly

No!

Fuck, David

It's too sentimental

He doesn't deserve that

Deep breath

Let's start again

Dear Dad

Do you know what it's like to love?

And do you know what it's like to lose it?

It's a pain I can't explain in words

I wonder if you ever felt it

It takes a lot to steer kids right in this world

Lots of fear and compassion and grit

But your greed would always come first

So I'm not surprised you couldn't quite hack it

You take and you hurt and you suck on the souls of the needy

Always too greedy

Though now I'm grown, I fear the seeds you sewn will sprout

And corrupt me and change who I am

So thanks a bunch, Dad, for leaving Wally

A kid so pure and so gentle he couldn't quite understand

Why his daddy was gone

I can't quite forgive you for that

My charisma keeps failing me right on queue

Fractions of phrases consume all these pages

My pen only traces memories of you

A soliloquy of woes to a man I never quite knew

And of all things that I could feel there's an emptiness still

Of a father-filled void I can't quite fill

So thank you for nothing and thanks for everything

You taught me about the man I refuse to be

So Bruce, I thank you sincerely

For the purpose you've instilled in me

I will stop those who inherit your greed

And I will work to destroy your legacy

Hope this letter finds you well

Whether you'll read it, only time will tell

I pray someday you'll be

The man your children needed

Here's hoping

Sincerely

David