The kids are singing downstairs and hitting all the wrong notes.
The only salvation I have is bathroom breaks.
Five seconds to break down and put myself back together
I don't want to miss what we never had
They are banging down the door and sticking their bingo dabber stained fingers underneath it.
I pretend to wash my hands and bury a sigh in its bubbling depth.
I glance to your worn out tooth brush, I should throw it out
You won't be back here again
But I can't yet
I'm not ready to tell the kids Daddy won't be coming home
I'm not ready for the song to die out
Just one more encore