Father Figure(less)

His eyes wander from his son to the floorboards The cracks collect the battle cries, bottle always wins the war Waged against himself. His hands shake, his brow sweats The minute hand ignites the kerosene that lingers on his breath Looks to the wedding band, a reminder of regrets He takes a shot of Jack and chases with a second guess It's frustrating listening to life's somber cadence Clutching at the walls, the walking gets complicated Now the world that he created doesn't spin like it used to Design he had in mind dissipates in the rear view The past presents a parable for how to flee the scene Decoding the moment, determine what it means Now he can't see the future, all he sees is the front door Leading toward the sunrise and escape that it stands for And as he steps into the light and fresh air hits his lungs He makes the center of the universe his none and only son I was the rope that you tied around your back and You were the rope that I tied around my neck The shadows of the gallows is still stalking my past Just an old unholy ghost haunting family photographs I was the rope that you tied around your back You were the rope that I tied around my neck The shadow of the gallows is still stalking my past Just an old unholy ghost haunting family photographs I heard a whisper in the wind and spent my life trying to find it But absence is the sincerest form of silence After distancing myself, I found, despite what I envisioned Predispositions are the only proof that he ever existed Persistence of indifference. Harsh tug toward his sickness One too many shaking hands and far too many symptoms. Abandonment found a home inside my bones to live in When I gazed into the mirror and knww only of the image I was made in: open lips begging for another drink Broken glass left on the floor, vomit in the kitchen sink A dizzy step away from all the selfish things I say And the urge to run merged sharply in my DNA And I cannot escape the skin that I was given Stretching over hollow bones and all your indecision Two bodies at a table with a setting made for three I didn't learn to love. I learned how to leave I was the rope that you tied around your back You were the rope that I tied around my neck The shadows of the gallows are still stalking my past Just an old unholy ghost haunting family photographs I was the rope that you tied around your back You were the rope that I tied around my neck The shadows of the gallows are still stalking my past Just an old unholy ghost haunting family photographs