Plaid Dad

from by Sheila Beach

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the kind of feeling
can’t understand
you got yer small hat
i got my band
the world feels so flat
when u grab my hand
head on my shoulder
i still feel weird and I’m so out of touch

don’t feel much better
my hair’s a mess
mom made this sweater
does it impress
i wrote a letter
spelled out address
and now my head hurts
and i feel like I’m out of touch

the type of feeling
i can’t be here
they all keep looking
i spill my beer
just keep on trying to disappear
this room is shrinking
and now i feel like I’m out of touch

chorus
wish this could be the end
let’s just try to pretend
wish this could be the end

credits

from Walk Home, released December 8, 2015

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