Tenderloin from Souvenir by DARWIN

Your mother was butcher aged by smokes and time
Painted and pickled
Worn down by life
Holed up in a bathroom smearing on lies
Gloves to hide hands cut by knives

Your father, a marine, never hid from a fight
Drank half his weight tending bar at night
Squeezed the last of the bourbon down his neck
Till it burned that sweet burn
Like the day they first met

This was your blueprint your template to break
These were the demons that you could never shake
You were the boy torn from stained cloth
But you washed yourself clean
But you never lost

Late night in a field armed with pretension
A truth revealed
Not one intended
You failed to grasp what I already might know
'The world owes me nothing'
But what do you owe?

This was my blueprint my template to break
These were the demons that I could never shake
I was the boy torn from stained cloth
But I washed myself clean
And it was you who lost

There were times when I thought that thing in your head
Would throw you clear of the wreckage
It didn't
Instead it wrapped around your neck, like a noose
Chocked us dead

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