Your dad says:
try to meet someone in the real world,
like I did.
I met your mother in Meatworld.
In the first five minutes you’ll know
what seventeen emails could never really show.
October takes me away
from a warm and suburban delivery
to a cold and uncertain new town
where there’s no love lost
but we’ll rub along just like it’s meant to be.
I’ll walk away with head down
You spend hours perfecting in art
what you can’t in any other part of life.
Learned nothing more than loved ones.
Found nothing more than self-preservation.
I don’t mind a crushing weight bearing down on me from time to time...