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