Berries in a Bowl

These aches, for some reason, Are like a berry in your bag out of season   At the bottom, like a secret Squashed, till you're home to retrieve it  Find out that everything gets old     Even the good ones catch mold 

I feel it coming up right behind my eyes  Keep it in half-full Cause I’ll never be the type Just don't remember her that way  I feel it coming up but what I can I say My father is crying, she's no longer dying She's gone So I’ll keep it in half-full  And cry over berries in a bowl 

I stayed in the Terminal  While he's running late to get me as usual  I remembered  to "call when I land"  Just like he stressed Just like he planned  But he brought blueberries in a bag   Thoughtful, forgetful, that's my dad Rest my head on the seat belt home  Off to a place I've never known

I feel it coming up right behind my eyes  Keep it in half-full Cause I’ll never be the type Just don't remember her that way  I feel it coming up but what I can I say My father is crying, she's no longer dying She's gone So I’ll keep it in half-full  And cry over berries in a bowl 

Written by Ava Ashlynn Produced by Theo Olsen Hoffstrom & Ryan Jacob