Your stepfather gave to me
A collection of his old CDs
That were gathering dust on a pinewood shelf
At the centre of the earth that was your house
Remember you in your room
Irreverant in your self-inflicted wounds
And the gesture of you turning away
Diffused our moods, it gave our bones some space
You always needed more than me
You always needed more than me
And I see you move with me
You fold a faded "Heroes" sleeve
Into something blunt, something to take away
An object monolithic in its power to absorb names
And I hated it, the way you spoke
I found solace in your teeth and my ingrown clothes
So take them away with the driver's seat
You were saccharine green, you were expertise
It's my duty to pull the black card twice
It's all I can take in sheet-mental ice
It's a gating system that pulls away
While all I do is shout for someone else's name
Nothing I ever said
Was anything but an arrow towards your head
And everything you hate, there was so much more
Spread out into a red target on your bedroom floor