Testo The Old Timer's 2x4

walking dead on two burned feet
do you have anything left to say to me
from barber chairs and baseball gloves
to calling names and slaps and drugs
from son you could have been someone
to hey there, meet my only son
lost in the mail for a convenient month
a graduation unattended
500 miles, 500 days
we'll never talk
let's count the ways
we fake it over every break
and you kick yourself for making this mistake

actions dismantle litigation
and i thought this would be easier for me
another forced smile on vacation
another disappointment paves itself into a two way street
and i see you inside myself
i want to climb out of my skin
i see you in myself every day
and once again i was the worst mistake
your connection to a thirty year hate
i tried hard not to believe it
i'll try harder to feel it
so here's to you