I look at your photograph

With edges burned and lessons learned

It's like I'm looking into a mirror

And it couldn't be clearer

I'm your son

The spitting image of a man

Who got lost in this world

With drink in hand

And now you're gone

All I have left are the remnants of the past

I'll try my best to make them last

Dad if you could see me now

Would you be proud

If you were still alive

Would you even try

To make it out from that hell

Try to revive your old self

But now I know the gift of life

I wish I could turn back time

Turn back time turn back time

You tried to teach me how to play guitar

But I was 8 and I wasn't all that smart

And to this day I haven't learned

It makes me think of you and that just breaks my heart

I'm your son

The spitting image of a man

Who got lost in this world

With drink in hand

And now you're gone

All I have left are the remnants of the past

I'm trying my best to make them last

Dad if you could see me now

Would you be proud

If you were still alive

Would you even try

To make it out from that hell

Try to revive your old self

But now I know the gift of life

I wish I could turn back time

Turn back time turn back time

Turn back time

I wanted you I needed you

Sprawled out on my bedroom floor

Panicked and searching for something more

But you clung to your addictions

Ran further away from your three sons

I wish I knew the man who makes up half of who I am

Dad if you could see me now

Would you be proud

If you were still alive

Would you even try

To make it out from that hell

Try to revive your old self

But now I know the gift of life

I wish I could turn back time

Turn back time

Dad if you could see me now

You would be so proud

If you were still alive

I would make you try

To make it out from that hell

You will revive your old self

But now I know the gift of life

I wish I could turn back time

Turn back time turn back time