Dad Video (MV)

My Dad was a logger. I buy notebooks to support his cause
Books are made out of trees chopped down by men unlike my pa
'Cause my old man was not a logger
Look closer theres much more to see
And when he worked for intel it was to make life flow more affordably and
He did not play American Football, but he played soccer like the rest the world
And he proved to a confused generation that he could stay loyal to just one girl
He died three years ago a week from now
And I think about him just about every hour
His death had an impact but my life is intact
Cause it's only life that gives death power

Dad I enjoy talking about you
Dad I enjoy rocking about you
I even enjoy life without you
But every day I miss you

Dad I enjoy the World Cup and it seems
With sports you knew what's up
And Dad sometimes I stick my foot so deep in my mouth
It hurts in my stomach
And Dad sometimes I cry in a crowd when I think of you
And I pretend to go to the bathroom

And Dad sometimes I lash out at people and I take it out on them
Pouring all over my friends just how much I miss you
'Cause you weren't a Biblical Counselor, you were a damn good friend
And you were the best you ever were right at the end

'Cause my old man was a romantic, who wore a mustache sportably
And sometimes he'd get a twinkle in his eye and
He'd talk about my mom adorably
When I was little I'd get scared in the night
Cry on his floor asleep

Like oceans below diving boards
Bouncing to the heavens, Dad was deep