Quirk

My laugh's made like yours

Hearty at its core

I will inherit more

From you and what you leave with me

Not all that I keep

Will work out for me

As you sow your seed

I'll reap from everything that stays

How the world looks upside down

As your feet shift beneath the ground

You feel your skin start to thicken

With the air as it sinks

(It knows the water)

This is your inheritance

This is the room your father lived

(Your mother crossed over)

Passed down from child to child to next

(To give life to you)

From their first to last breath

Your father knew this

Your mother did too

The fault's not on them

It's never on

The blame, it runs deep

In the cracks of your skin

You don't want to fight

But you know it will win

My laugh's made like yours

Callused at its core

I will inherit your

Idiosyncrasies that stay