World War III

About my dad and our inability to agree to disagree.

Your words are coming to life,
growing taller and taller
until finally they tower over me.
They chase me through the streets my youth;
I pass playgrounds and schoolyards
and I feel my heart ache
over all the love I put at stake,
I want you here with me,
talking about music and the good old times.
But then I come off my daydream cloud
and take another few pills.
These little circular lifesavers,
they started this (un)civil war we fight.