Far from myself, I see
The crooked bones that support me
My body's weight in thievery
And restlessness

The blood's stains
The blood's lust

The gold on your eyes makes your lids heavy

But this is what we accept
Ignore the elephant in the room

The giants and the mammoths that parade their way
Through your dreams until you invite them to stay
Water, filthy, shivers down your throat

Sitting at your feet I see the stains on your shoes
And your jacket stretched from the coins in your pocket
That reach for the ground in hopes of freedom
I tug at your pant leg
And untie your laces

And tried to be the man you were
Until I became the man I am

And realized how wrong you were
You should have covered your insides
So I never had the chance to spill your guts
But now the floor is riddled with your intestines

And I can
follow the
trail out the door
I don't know
if there was
a right way
to do this
But I was

Sick, sick, sick of doing it your way.
Sick, sick

Far from myself, I see
The crooked bones that support me
My body's weight in thievery
And restlessness

I never thought I would lose you to my own hang ups
But I am not the fool here
I never pretended when I told you I loved you
I stopped saying it because I did not want to start pretending

I'm not the actor here
I'm not the poisonous

You wore me as a trophy
That you won despite yourself

But you paraded it so much the plastic began to break away
The gold paint began to peel

So all that's left is an empty foundation
That reads, "World's Best Dad"