Why Can't I Build Things?

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