the Xerox

Now I'm curled on mom's belly Now I'm playing my dad's old guitar Now I have my grandma's sense of humor As my family watches from outside Now I'm reading all his old books All simulacrum and simulation And now I'm just a xerox of him A failed copy born from the same nation And now he's in a hole on a hill Worms eating at both his eyes That he read his old books with But he needed glasses before he Dirt is swallowing his hands He used to play his old guitar with And now I'm crying on the sofa Where he actually, for real, fucking And now I'm on the look out For a new him who'll love me Now that he's dead And I need to stop looking for love in the wrong people Well, are you better than the you in my head