Dandelion Days
Sin Prism
Unequal Grieving · Sibling Resentment · Existential Alt-Pop
Dandelion days
Seeds of life blow away
Who knows where they will land
The stem remains
All you do is pray
While I hold the skeleton in my hands
#VERSE
There is no magic, no insight can help
I endure each day, pondering my mental health
You, by comparison, are out living large
Basking in neon, toasting friends in each bar
#PRE-CHORUS
You see smiling faces, I just see a hole
It’s the hole where our father’s casket resides
Did you know the clock ticked past two years today?
Your scar has healed but mine’s open wide
#CHORUS
Dandelion days
Seeds of life blow away
Who knows where they will land
The stem remains
All you do is pray
While I hold the skeleton in my hands
#VERSE
His death was, oh, so easy for you
“He’s in a better place, now let’s grab a beer”
Then you went back to the office, the golf course, the bars
You’ve tossed Dad aside like a cheap souvenir
#PRE-CHORUS
Your church friends avoided the questions I raised
But asked you, “He seems lost, is he completely messed up?”
Tell them I’m in the park counting as dandelion seeds fall
So, only you have the time to drink wine from their cup
#INSTRUMENTAL
#BRIDGE
I’m the one who’s been forced to reconcile
The existence or falsehood of the man in the clouds
You pour Saturday drinks in pure party-boy style
Then repent the next morning singing hymns with your crowd
And here I sit in silent exile
A single dead dandelion in my hand
Alone in my head, alone in my heart
Alone with the knowledge that you’re too shallow
To ever understand
#CHORUS
Dandelion days
Seeds of life blow away
Who knows where they will land
The stem remains
All you do is pray
While I hold the skeleton in my hands
I hold the skeleton in my hands
I hold the skeleton in my hands
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