January 11th, 2017 - Mike Posner
I cleaned out your dresser, found some joints.
My sister smoked 'em, I didn't see the point.
And everyone keeps saying, that I look just like you.
Life don't seem so long anymore.
The day my daddy died,
I damn near quit the band.
The day my daddy died,
I held my mama's hand.
I cried my tears then dried 'em up,
Put my face inside my hands.
The day my daddy died,
I became a man.
The cops came, they did not take off their shoes.
People hug me, I smell like ten thousand perfumes.
Gave away the wheelchair, you're gone but I'm still here.
January in Detroit is cold as f_ck.
The day my daddy died,
I damn near quit the band.
The day my daddy died,
I held my mama's hand.
I cried my tears then dried 'em up,
Put my face inside my hands.
The day my daddy died,
I became a man.
The day my daddy died,
I became a man.
[Mike's dad:] I love you a lot.
[Mike:] I love you too.
[Mike's dad:] Remind me to let you run away if you need to run places like the basement. I mean, that's what it's a part of? that? being an individual.
[Mike:] Yeah letting people go.
[Mike's dad:] Yeah.
[Mike:] Remind me to let you go too if you need to.
[Mike's dad:] Absolutely.
[Mike:] I love you.
[Mike's dad:] I love you so much.
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