Heavy are the branches
Hanging from my fucked up family tree
And heavy was my father
A stoic man of pride and privacy
And I don't care much for wishful thinking
It's heavy as I breathe
Because I don't believe in second chances
It's heavy as I leave
As prideful as a man he was
Proud my father never was of me
I did it for survival
But I looked like the asshole anyway
You ate up all my breadcrumbs
Now I'm lost alone inside your cave
Among six billion people
I want the ones who never wanted me
I'm not one for religion
But I can't seem to ditch this imagery
And I don't care much for wishful thinking
It's heavy as I breathe
Because I don't believe in second chances
It's heavy as I leave
And I don't care much for wishful thinking
I can't breathe
