Papa

You don't have much time left so

Let's use up what we got

Yeah, it's on days like this I

Wish we believed in God

You're lookin' back at your life

I'm looking forward at mine

It's true but it don't make sense

That we're both running out of time

Remember Thomas the Tank Engine

And the sips of gin on a jet-lagged winter night

Remember the way you drove

Those London roads

Had to hold on for my life

You were like, Fee-fi-fo-fum, coming up the stairs

We'd laugh, me and Jack, saying: Papa, I'm scared

Now I'm really scared

You talk just like the old you

And then you start to cough

I'm tryin' to be strong but

It's obvious I'm not

You're lookin' back at your life

I'm looking forward at mine

It's true but it don't make sense

That we're both running out time

Remember Thomas the Tank Engine

And the sips of gin on a jet-lagged winter night

Remember the way you drove

Those London roads

Had to hold on for my life

You were like, Fee-fi-fo-fum, coming up the stairs

We'd laugh, me and Jack, saying: Papa, I'm scared

But now I'm really scared

Message received Friday, May 31st

At 11:33 p. M

Joe, I'm in fucking Buckley Ward I think

Room eight, and I'm really knackered and

I really wanna go to bed

We'll always remember Thomas the Tank Engine

And the sips of gin on a jet-lagged winter night

Remember the way you drove

Those London roads

Had to hold on for my life

You were like, Fee-fi-fo-fum, coming up the stairs

We'd laugh, me and Jack, saying: Papa, I'm scared

Now I'm really scared

Okay I'll speak to you perhaps tomorrow morning

Okay I love you darling