The Pecan Tree

Drooling red from my eyes
To meet the bitter Sun
That shines past into light
That shines past into light

Setting fire to curtains
In hope that you're dreaming
Destroying the tomb
Of memories from your life

Destroying the tomb
Of memories from your life
In the room full of family
But couldn’t find one
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

I am my father's son
I am no one
I cannot love
It's in my blood

I am my father's son
I am no one
I cannot love
It's in my blood
It's in my blood