| heavy are the branches | |
| hanging from my ****ed up family tree | |
| and heavy was my father | |
| a stoic man of pride and privacy | |
| and i don't care much for wishful thinking | |
| it's heavy as i breathe | |
| because i don't believe in second chances | |
| it's heavy as i leave | |
| as prideful as a man he was | |
| proud my father never was of me | |
| i did it for survival | |
| but i looked like the asshole anyway | |
| you ate up all my breadcrumbs | |
| now i'm lost alone inside your cave | |
| among six billion people | |
| i want the ones who never wanted me | |
| i'm not one for religion | |
| but i can't seem to ditch this imagery | |
| and i don't care much for wishful thinking | |
| it's heavy as i breathe | |
| because i don't believe in second chances | |
| it's heavy as i leave | |
| and i don't care much for wishful thinking | |
| i can't breathe |