Baby I Need You

One of my first memories, barbeque seared And tattooed for eternity, learned hellish Ways

Before one would consider heavenly, to be Five and think PTSD was hereditary, I think

Of my own son now head on and how extra Scary, it must've been to look at the person Who gave you life

Try to take theirs, swear the irony's precise, Internalized blame for like most of my life

Truth didn't come out until mania, yelling Turning red like Hogan in Wrestlemania

And you blame the symptoms while Deflecting blame, but listen, this why it took Decades

To say something and I didn't, I'd rather keep The peace than achieve actual peace

And act like a martyr for the rest of the Week, act strong but instead

It's making me weak, until I break down Completely and left missing the peace

Hey viejo, just want you to know I miss you, Still pains me to know our last conversation