Sincerely, The Imposter (Part One) (feat. Meredith Ramond)

My capacity's diminished in the last five years. Stopped drinkin' beer.

Wish I could bottle fear.

You took my favorite gray sweater with the coffee stain- single origin.

You were my original sin.

Tear up, tear down. Cheer up, fuck yeah.

Now this transparent heart's got scars you threw my stuff in the yard

and you took the car.

Had a bird in the hand that's now a bloody paste and a quivering yellow wing.

It's the time we've lost ignoring what we got that stings the most.

Tear up, tear down. Cheer up, fuck yeah.

Now this transparent heart's got scars you threw my stuff in the yard

and you took the car.

Criterion DVDs and books I'll never read. Stacks of unwrapped CDs-

I'm a series of incompletes. I scroll through my TV, can't commit to three minutes of anything.

So I'll start, and I'll stop everything.

And I'm afraid I'll die with roots in nothing.

Is that the American dream?

A life without meaning

despite years of awkwardly trying. I still feel young enough,

but too old to be good enough, or at least to start again.

I'm a newspaper, out of print.

Mirror, mirror on the wall, is this how great men fall?

 

And if I was ever great

is the greatest mystery of all.

And if I should die before I wake,

my kids will have these songs to take the decisions that I've made

and make their own ones better. Sincerely the imposter,

I hope I was at least a father.