Kris's father was never consistently present. He wasn't there when she was born. He resurfaced at age 8 for two weeks, said he wanted to be her dad, then disappeared. Did the same at 12. Again at 27. Each time arriving with new money and a showman's confidence, each time vanishing before the promise could hold. This song is the honest reckoning with that pattern — not with grief, but with clarity. The fantasy of a heroic absent father versus the reality of a man who simply couldn't show up.

Opens with his latest appearance — swooping in like a magician, wearing his new money like a costume, speaking as though she cared. The pre-chorus drops the pretense: who the hell are you and who the hell am I in this dynamic. The chorus is the release — next time you feel sorry, know it's only for yourself, don't come looking, and the bluntest line on the whole record. Verse 2 is the beautiful turn: she imagines the stories she could have told about him. A doctor in a far country. A fallen hero. The lie would have been kinder than the truth. The bridge is forgiveness without reconciliation — she releases him, not for him, but for herself.

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