Heirlooms

I’ve got this temper
It was my grandfather’s, then my father’s, now it’s mine
And it sits ‘tween the joy and the silence
This little spark of violence caused a century of crying

And it’s easier to blame everyone who gave me my name
than admit I could change if I wanted
We all learn from our kin how to love and how to sin
and become the same men we once run from

There’s remorse, there’s restraint
Never the ‘twain shall meet
My world is filled with the former
I’m no reformer, I just play on repeat

And it’s easier to blame everyone who gave me my name
than admit I could change if I wanted
We all learn from our kin how to love and how to sin
and become the same men we once run from

Lord I can’t have a child, I thought about it awhile
I’m keeping my heirlooms
Last thing the world needs, is another like me,
just playing by house rules

And it’s easier to blame everyone who gave me my name
than admit I could change if I wanted
We all learn from our kin how to love and how to sin
and become the same men we once run from