Dendron - The Hotelier

You cut your ties, felt better off

Salutations to your son

Awoke to find you heading out

With your white collar undone

You placed a bar, I played a game

To see how low that I could go

We develop mental pictures

And we’re following our fathers down the drain

Do you recall the imagery from when I drove you away?

Through others' rose prescription lens

Man I’m sorry every day

Because we intersect internally

And then we take what we have and we run

And It all starts to unravel

Until we’re less than we were carrying before

I guess I expected more

Wake me, wake me up

Pictures of you smiling in times

When I just couldn’t be around

Hold me, hold me up

Count my rings to see how many winters

I’ve been stuck here under ground

Swore I’d not burn out

Digging through the memories

That made you feel alive when you were young

You were right to doubt

Broken since foundations

In the structures you were building came undone

Part of your charm was

The way you would push me from

All of the traps that I just couldn’t see

Figures the one that was there to

Have tripped you up

Would be the one

That was set there by me

Wish I was there to say goodbye when you went away

Wish I was home but noplace was there

I cut off my arm at the bone in solidarity

Capital teaches that there’s less when you share

I felt the noose tighten up on your collar bone

I felt the gun in the small of your back

Engraved in the stone

By request and recurse of friends dead is

«Tell me again that it’s all in my head.»