i cop a seated spot
across dark seeded hearts
with strings to spin their tops
that make their thorns pop out.
i am not the happy man
with the sunshine smiling on my back.
i've waited 20+ years
to hear the voice that left again.
you can't laugh this off
like it's a easygoing problem.
this is something that you should solve
before i tell you to get lost.
if you leave and burn the bridge
that doesn't mean you try to rebuild it.
you can replace the pieces you crisp,
you can't interchange what i gave.
why has my father forsaken my feelings.
why is it not so much of a question
but rather a message with no reason.
