I never said goodbye
I never got to see you
Just an omitted line in your obituary
So I won't scan for cars or look through parking lots
I'll never have to see your face in a sour meeting
But she don't, but she don't, but she don't care
So you hide, away from, what makes you scared
I'm sorry that you hurt
And if I made it worse
I'm sorry that I was absent for the great travail
I hope it's better now and that you believe
That maybe someday you'll be reunited with your mother
But she don't, but she don't, but she don't care
So you should, say sorry, while they're still there
Because if you don't
If you don't you'll never know