system of scars

socialized in grandpa‘s world

these ads are too uncanny

I always split what frightens me 

from what is real

In good or bad

I shouldn‘t have

The wish I had

guilty of the thoughts I think

I‘m always sad

can‘t be my dad

but maybe I could have my shrink

I keep retracing avenues

of what I want and what I do

a master if I ever knew

but happy if I never knew

These wounds were here before me

I embodied them at birth

when my mind flirts with the past behind

I carry on the curse