Nothing Left

Hard replacing
Those three pretty faces
Just as it started
It ended so abruptly

You were right
I didn’t know you
The more I asked
The more I was afraid you’d show me

Kinda still can’t believe it
You looked right at me when you spoke
Looking back I try not to make it a joke
Man, what a blow.

Hard to believe
You didn’t say
“What’s Wrong”
You just flat got up and moved along

Ah well, it’s been torn away
How could you not see what me
And your son would have done each day
Maybe you have, but I bet it’ll be hard to replace

Actually taught him how to play
More or less I guess
At least that’s what your dad said
That’s gone too, out of f-n breath

How’s he doing, nothing left.