Place that blanket on my head and call me the ghost of your father.
Tell me I haven't been around and that has made your life much harder.
Tell me that you can't trust a man, you're always thinking we're leaving.
Then smack me around as hard as you can until I can be forgiven.
Take all the pain from all the years and combine that with all of your fears;
somehow, I'll find a way to hold them.
Because the weight your lifting and the direction you're headed clearly isn't working.
Place that blanket on my head and call me the ghost of your past.
Then leave this room.
Light a match.
to forge a new path.