Point Mutation

Let's sit down and have ourselves a fucked up family dinner

And convince ourselves that all of this is normal

And that we tried our very best

No, it is not our fault, it was circumstantial

A mishap, a clash of personalities if you want to call it that

A ventricular system of personal complexities

Without fail will hemorrhage once a day

We beg for it all to amalgamate into something worth all this silence and contention

We demand our sheer minutia

Like we're owed some kind of medal

For a salty bead of sweat

Or god forbid some fucking sacrifice to our precious comfy lives

What an aberration

This all turned out to be

It's a point mutation

A genetic anomaly

And we let it spread

Let it sink in it's hooks

As I watched myself spoil

I am undercooked

Am I overtired

Or just overthinking?

Got a knot in my chest

That is slowly sinking

I don't feel so good

So I'll spill my guts

And I'll overshare my meaningless frustrations

Through these songs and illustrations

About some thoughts that might not matter at all

What an aberration

This all turned out to be

It's a point mutation

A genetic anomaly

And we let it spread

Let it sink in it's hooks

As I watched myself spoil

I am undercooked

"Stay together for the kids"

What the hell does that even mean?

Let's act like everything is fine and I don't have fucked up memories

Let's act like everything is fine and I don't have fucked up memories

Let's act like everything is fine and I don't have fucked up memories