Gravityhappened - Dads Phone Lyrics

I don't wanna go home
I don't wanna go home
I don't wanna go home
Cause he got dad's phone
I remember the year
That we played outside
Put the trash bags on
For a slip and slide
Kickball at a family event
And dad kicked it so hard
It went over the fence
And I remember
Dale Earnhardt fishing rods
At the pond
I think we caught thirty each
Before it was even dark
I remember playing Clue
And Ken Griffey Junior
Tryna keep up with the boys
I was daddy's little trooper
How you gonna take his memory
And try to squander
And erase
How you gonna find somebody else
And let him take his place
Man call it what you want
But I call it second rate
Cause he got his house
And he got his life
And he got his truck
Parked in his drive
And he got his kids
And he got his wife
And everybody's good
But it's not alright
You can't blame me
For the way I feel
You can't hate me
For tryna keep it real
So go on and take
And try to replace
But you cannot erase
The mark that he made
I don't wanna go home
I don't wanna go home
I don't wanna go home
Cause he got dad's phone
And I get the urge to call
When I hit that gravel road
It's like a hole in my heart
I don't know how to let it go
You always checked in
For me to let you know
That I made a safe trip
Every time I left home
It'll never be the same
Now that you're gone
When I'm up in a tree
All on my own
Can't call me every hour
Blowing up my phone
Cause you're scared
I'll hit the ground
If you leave me alone
But dad I'm a big girl
And I hope I made you proud
Hope I'm half the person
That you were without a doubt
And home isn't home
If my dads not around
And that man ain't a man
He's a stranger in his house
Cause he got his house
And he got his life
And he got his truck
Parked in his drive
And he got his kids
And he got his wife
And everybody's good
But it's not alright
You can't blame me
For the way I feel
You can't hate me
For tryna keep it real
So go on and take
And try to replace
But you cannot erase
The mark that he made
Cause he got his house
And he got his life
And he got his truck
Parked in his drive
And he got his kids
And he got his wife
And everybody's good
But it's not alright
You can't blame me
For the way I feel
You can't hate me
For tryna keep it real
So go on and take
And try to replace
But you cannot erase
The mark that he made