TAAKA vodka, purple harleys, and cigarette rolling trays.
The smell of pancakes and pretty summer days, the littlest things
Are what triggers the replays
Of the horrific day
My daddy took his life away
In a pool of blood he laid
With a hole in his face
And his brains sprayed all over the place
I loved him more then anything
When he passed away
Agony came to stay
Some say he's in a better place
But all i want is to put a hole in my face
All of our memories we had create
Are now replaced with his pale bloody face
I relive it every day
That day ia stuck on replay
The memory ia here to stay
So ill live in constant dismay