It's Been A Bad Few Weeks

He headed loud and clear,
 the silence deafened him
 I would like to run,
 but no-one else is here
 The candles flickered out,
 the door slammed in the wind
 He didn't notice
 He was all alone
 In the kitchen with his notes
 Said dad I'm leaving home
 I'm not coming back for good
 This is all you've got
 So run with it, take it to your grave
 And it's been a bad few weeks
 And I'm sick, sick and tired
 Feeling old, past my prime
 But I know, we've still got time
 Darling where you gone,
 You got me worried sick,
 Rang your friends for any word
 I can't fucking deal with it.
 I'm an old and dying man
 You got me on the ropes
 Now I'm helpless
 I search all night for any clues
 Using code and lemon juice?!
 I haven't slept for days
 brushed my teeth or worn my shoes
 Starting to go mad
 Halicinating too
 Grandmas coming over
 Just to see what she can do
 And it's been, a bad few weeks
 And I'm sick, sick and tired
 feeling old, and past my prime
 But I know, we've still got time
 My son, SHe's not coming back
 I'm sorry, you've not come to terms with that
 My son, we buried her last year
 I'm sorry, that you needed her back here.
 It's been a bad few weeks
 and I'm sick, sick and tired.
 Feeling old, and past prime
 But I know, we've still got time