Bottles and Ashes

Since yesterday,

I've been chasing that familiar shadow.

But looking back,

Have I really gotten any better?

At the reunion, Your sister's sneaking pills again.

I'm sorry, Grandma. I didn't become the good kid.

Father, you never deserved that name from the start.

Stop pushing me down.

I told you my grades would get better.

Where will you be?

Partying at a friend's apartment?

Why can't you ever learn?

Want to cut these ties?

Watching dark clouds swallow the blue sky—

Will you weep?

Everything will be fine.

But I still see my family's faces in my classmates' faces.

So let it be.

Pass it down, generation after generation!

I can't even pretend to be what you want.

You'll find you can't hold onto anything.

“Money

makes the devil turn the mill.”

But the devil won't tell you love matters more.

Looking back, I can't find any future I'd want to change.

If I could,

I'd want to stay the same.

Maybe I've always been in your way.

I'm truly sorry.

At graduation, I still see my family's faces in the people around

me. Push open the basement,

open the heart, fall in.

Looking back, have I really gotten better?

Now,

all the bottles are shattered.

The foundation is collapsing.

Bring in one more person.

Words

keep breaking everywhere, but trust has long been gone. (ahhhh)