Drooling red from my eyes to meet the bitter sun that shines past into light

Setting fire to curtains in hope that you're dreaming

Destroying the tomb of memories from your life

In the room full of family, but couldn't find one

In the hallways lit up brightly but couldn't find myself

I laid drunk on the concrete on the day of your birth in celebration of all you were worth

I am my father's son

I am no one

I cannot love

It's in my blood