"Not Ready to Make Nice" by The Chicks rewritten to be about my dad

Recently, The Chicks gave a concert in Chicago and I (of course) attended. During the performance, some of the songs struck a chord with me, but made me want to alter the lyrics to a few. Anyways, here's "Not Ready to Let Go".

Forgive? Wish I could
Forget? You knew I never would
They say time heals everything
But I'm still waiting

You would blackout
You left it all all for us to figure out
You paid a price
Yet we'll keep payin'

Perhaps you'd say
"Can't you just leave me be?"
You turned my whole world around
And I do resent it

We make our beds but don't dream like we did
It's a sad, sad story when a mother will teach her
Daughter that she ought not be like her grandfather
And how in the world can the words that we said
Fail to sway you just over the edge
So you'd take just one more shot, sayin' that you better
Strive for a change or your life will be over

I'm not ready to let go
I'm not ready to move on
I'm still mad as hell and I won't be told
It's long past time for closure
Would you even make it right?
Would you know how to if you still could?
'Cause I'm mad as hell, can't bring myself
To do what nescient folks think I should
I'm not ready to let go
I'm not ready to move on
I'm still mad as hell and I won't be told
It's long past time for closure
Would you even make it right?
Would you know how to if you still could?
'Cause I'm mad as hell, can't bring myself
To do what nescient folks think I should
What nescient folks think I should

Forgive? Wish I could
Forget? You knew I never would
They say time heals everything
But I'm still waiting

(Prompt by me)

Photo by Scott Van Hoy on Unsplash

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