Mourning Hair

I wake up in the morning
I roll on out of bed
I see the disaster hair
Sitting atop my head
I'll leave it for another day
One where dad's not tube-fed

I wake up in the morning
Over and over again
With my hair gone fierce and wild
I'll fix it, I don't know when
When dad is feeling better
I'll fix it, maybe then

I wake up in mourning
In a world without my dad
Everything is chaos
Everything has gone bad
I'll fix my hair for the funeral
Even though I'm too sad