Son Of - Speedy Ortiz

How would you spell my name

If I said that our names were the same?

Coddled and cultless, piss on the goddess

Who granted us these fleshy frames

And named us such similar names.

I’m not the name I chose.

I’ve got a scar that runs deeper than those

Who forgive the forgeries two names afford to me.

Under the bus, eighteen wheels slash across me

As penance for all my killings.

And you’re under the bus similarly,

Bleeding out and listening to me.

You just sit and listen to me.