Something I had never felt was gone
A chance to lash out at you and condemn what you did wrong
But how am I supposed to know what that was when you didn't do anything else, how am I supposed to accept you, when you didn't accept yourself?
I don't remember missing you and you missed your chance to remember me at all
You can't walk in and claim ownership your part was so small
Now you're there and I'm here and I supposed cross this distance you ran to tell you something that I don't feel
You are nothing to me but an empty mark of what could've been
I love the space you left, it defines me, but other than that you are nothing
I awoke to a recurring theme
Ties severed by a tight grip on an auspicious dream
To disregard everything that'd been
But still keep the same all suspicious hold on their kin
And she lost her grip, and he watched his daughter slip
Real father disregard her, the truth would make their lives harder
So they just pretended the issue was gone
To care about reparation was to refuse to move on
Blood brushed under the carpet will just mark it
You can't market your marks as a quirk a personal facet
Don't wear war wounds until you repair war wounds
I could hear them reopening chagrin tearing through
You weren't there
I've learnt the circumstances of my birth
I was gripped by fear
I am child of hate what good can i make
You weren't there
At my genesis so why witness the end of this
I'll walk out of here
As soon as you let go of what's not yours to hold
Their re-enacting their own actions
The same cast of actors drawn into different factions
So I tried to run
But at the door I saw her youngest sibling staring up at me and the space between her family
Divided by mistakes they'd refused to see, I took her out of that scene and told her not to listen
Respect, but don't accept
Run away run away if you think that home isn't safe
Cause they'll just use you to justify their own mistakes
Run away run away if you think that home isn't safe
Cause parenthood isn't mitosis
I don't know if she heard any screaming I don't know if it'd even make a difference
She'd already lost her innocence
Things don't get better, you do
The days don't get shorter you just get through
You can't cling to something that's already changed
You'll rip apart what it was and what it became
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from Still,
released December 17, 2013
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