Something Really Mean

Sitting around
Thinking of something really mean
That would hurt you
Walking down the aisle
Wondering what it is
That she feeds you

And I needed you the most
That's when you became a ghost

Walking down the aisle
For the first time
I see my father cry
And the tears roll down
And I can't explain
Why

You left me when I needed you most
I'm the anchor and you're the ghost

Let me alone
I ask myself the questions
But the answers don't belong

What went wrong?

Sitting around
Thinking of something really mean
That would hurt you