Oh this morning
I stumbled across
My mother’s face in black and white
You captured the picture
But didn’t keep her smile
They tell me I got hers

I’ll make up my own dad
Out of pieces of you and pieces
Of everyone I like
I’ll make up my own dad

Early morning
Quietly watching the fish
And both of your sleeping faces
When all we wanted
Was endless cake-supply
On a sad Sunday afternoon

I’ll make up my own dad
Out of pieces of you and pieces
Of everyone I like
I’ll make up my own dad (repeat)