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"American Pie" rewritten to be about my father

I have had this song stuck in my head so I got some feelings out by rewriting it.


Not that long long ago, I can still remember

How his cooking used to make me smile

Now I know if I had my chance

That I would take a second glance

And maybe we'd be happy for a while


But all the bottles made me shiver

With every hit to his own liver

Bad news in the foreground

I had to fall to the ground

I can't remember if I cried

When I learned about his shattered pride

But something touched me deep inside

The day my father lied


So, bye, bye, my faith in him

Not that it was grandiose, but least it was slim

And them hard old days of drinkin' up to the rim

Sayin', "This'll be my one true hymn

This'll be my one true hymn"


Did you read the book of hook?

And did you see how your hands shook

If a doctor told you so?

Do you believe in some amends?

Can someone else be the love that lends?

And can you teach me how to deal with ends?


Well, I know that you loved me once

'Cause I saw you acting like a dunce

We both laughed off our heads

Man, I get the jitters and dreads

I was a fearful adult wastin' time

With your drink absorption and bottled grime

But I knew out I had to climb

The day my father lied


I was singin', "Bye-bye my faith in him"

Not that it was grandiose, but least it was slim

And them hard old days of drinkin' up to the rim

Sayin', "This'll be my one true hymn

This'll be my one true hymn"


Now near ten years we've been on our own

With every chance that you have blown

But that's not how it used to be

When the Simpsons laugh for the dad and youth

With a dish we borrowed from that booth

And beliefs that came from you and me


Oh, and while the kids were looking down

The father did begin to drown

The Legos did collapse

With none to fill the gaps

And while we all read a book on math

The trio tried to find the path

And we nursed despair in our wrath

The day my father lied


I was singin', "Bye-bye my faith in him"

Not that it was grandiose, but least it was slim

And them hard old days of drinkin' up to the rim

Sayin', "This'll be my one true hymn

This'll be my one true hymn"


Downward spiral it was almost viral

The kids flew off of the whirling gyral

Many miles far and growin' vast

They landed hard on the glass

The children tried without being asked

With their concerns mangled from a forward blast


Now, the sober air was sweet perfume

While the memories took a different bloom

We all got up to cheer

Oh, but he never put down the beer

'Cause the children tried to make him yield

The dad at hand was not healed

Do you recall what was revealed

The day my father lied?


I was singin', "Bye-bye my faith in him"

Not that it was grandiose, but least it was slim

And them hard old days of drinkin' up to the rim

Sayin', "This'll be my one true hymn

This'll be my one true hymn"


Oh, and there we were, all in one place

A whole family at a loss for grace

With no time left to start again

So come on, let's be bent, let's be kind

We all sat in the addict's bind

'Cause ties are the user's only trap


Oh, and as I watched him from afar

My door was barely held ajar

No child born on earth

Could fix that father's dearth

And as the drinks climbed high into the night

To douse his spiritual fight

I saw others laughing in spite

The day my father lied


I was singin', "Bye-bye my faith in him"

Not that it was grandiose, but least it was slim

And them hard old days of drinkin' up to the rim

Sayin', "This'll be my one true hymn

This'll be my one true hymn"


Became a girl who cried in gloom

And was asked if I had found a groom

But I just winced and turned away

I went down to have sacred talk

Where I'd heard of help that wouldn't balk

And people there said that I was in the fray


And in their rooms, the children keened

Their souls cried and on mother leaned

But not a word was spoken

The hopefuls all were broken

And the one man I cared for most

My Father, now, is a fractured ghost

Of a life split he can now boast

The day my father lied


And I was singin', "Bye-bye my faith in him"

Not that it was grandiose, but least it was slim

And them hard old days of drinkin' up to the rim

Sayin', "This'll be my one true hymn

This'll be my one true hymn"


I was singin', "Bye-bye my faith in him"

Not that it was grandiose, but least it was slim

And them hard old days of drinkin' up to the rim

Sayin', "This'll be my one true hymn

This'll be my one true hymn" 


(Prompt by me)

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