The Burden of My Sins (feat. Seth Babb & Jeancantskate)

This house is cool, I'll miss it.

I'm packin' up my shit and moving on.

I was wrong.

The dishes are pilin' up and

this debilitating depression's sinkin' in, n' it's not fair that you bear

the burden of my sins.

This yellow house is cool-

I remember when we built it. The hollow tree still lays outside,

swallowed up by Texas mint and jasmine vines. Listen in and you'll hear the glistenin'

bodies of goldfish in boxes, buried round the yard-

a testament to the times we tried

to get the water right

but it went out of balance, just like you and I.

We can't sustain those somethings that come from nothings

or patch the cracks as they persist. It's the Myth of Sisyphus,

but without the rocks.

Blue birds against green moss.

That shiny new thing with the greatest cost

a moment of dopamine and a lifetime of loss.

So I'll drown myself in Rosalia records, try to salvage the kind of youth

I've come accustomed to with

my two daughters raised on Taylor Swift. They'll be stronger than I am now.

Those old stories they don't work no more Hank. It's Aaliyah I need to thank,

and Banoffee, Hannah, Sophie, and Charli, Dawn and Danity, Dinah, Fifth Harmony.

Their stories resonate with me, they write the roadmap to follow my dreams and be a better me-

one that sheds the persistent fear of dying at 43. If girls just wanna have fun,

then so do I.