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

Copyright: DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY, Wixen Music Publishing
Writer(s): George Lesage Clarke IV, Kerry Dylan Mccoy