Your father taught you to run
grow your hair long, keep your temper
you grew up right on the cusp
of the generational dud, the love no one remembers
and I think I'm beginning to understand
What's done is usually done
so pack up your things, say your goodbyes
to the life on the run
from the generational tourniquet,
the reds and the duck and cover
well, I think I'm beginning to understand
The air must be richer there
your eyes must be clearer there
your spirit opens up when you talk about
moving the purple in the dirt
where all our fathers were
You were my equivalent to five
Taught me drink as a drug, thought as a lifestyle
You taught me how to grow up
in the generational shade, life unbeknownst to love
and I think I'm beginning to understand -
My fingers are hollow now
no bone where it used to be
My spirit closed up, still talking about
the life of growth that will save us from
our fathers' footprints in the dirt
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