A Bag Left on the Counter

I wander around the quiet darken halls Night falls silent as my door finally opens I've been sleeping all day I needed the break What do I find sitting on the counter But an empty kitchen and a paper bag I peer inside to find A single donut left behind I flicked on the light Took another look inside A Boston cream Suddenly I'm 6 again My father is calling me his little vampire Cause I liked to suck the insides out first I set the bag down tears fill my eyes He didn't even wake me up when he got home He left me to sleep with the bag safe on the counter I want to be loved the way he loves me Simple and sweet Lets me sleep We don't tend to say "I love you" But that doesn't mean he doesn't