More Like You - Fjer, Tonedeff

In the loneliest hour

I’m smaller

…And as I pushed back with seven years of strength

To clear my face of the pillow, I feel your weight

I remember the wet material 's taste, threads drenched with spit and tears on

the case

If he put me to rest, then it’s here that I’d lay

Just as my breath disappears, they peel you away, protesting and smearing your

name

The resentment and fear and anger contained in your beer ridden gaze

Are etched in and seared in my brain, that memory’s clear as the day

You attempted to seal my fate

But I know that you love me

Though you tried to drown your son with your sorrows

You’d rather choke me than hug me

I learned that I was promised nothing tomorrow

You were so fucking ugly, that it gored my mind/

So I hate that your mug is looking more like mine

No matter how much I scrub, it’s getting worn by time

Isn’t the irony humbling?

Listen, I just don’t know how else I’m s’posed to say this

But I hated your guts through the 80's and maybe ‘91 at the latest

Don’t play it like this statement here’s belated

Cause, there is a type of pain that’ll stay with you way into later ages

And since anger is the stage that follows denial

Well, this phase of bargaining’s how I can face you to blame you for these

behaviors

You’re the basis for my values, though I’ve changed within

You still have to appraise the painting by the frame it’s in

And, the traces are paper thin.

The saying is ‘blood is thicker than water'

Cause no one can strain or rinse off the sins of the father

A major difference from mothers sisters & daughters

We’re raised to live up to similar bars and yet one’s the signature product

So the pressure’s on you.

«The stress is hard!»

Cool

The lessons start and they’re cruel.

It’s a messy job, but you do it

So, let’s be honest in full that we’d best acknowledge the truth

Our resemblance stopped when you ruined an immense part of my youth

Talk when I’m through

I live in the fear of —

Reflections getting clearer

As years go by, I see the proof

I look more and more like you

More and more like you

Oh what a conquest!

I’m everything you wish you could be

You were always in conflict and distant, so resisting to speak

You’re an accomplice in bringing out the victim in me

No matter what I accomplish — I’m still living with this glint of defeat

The issues that seem insistent on clinging from our history is ______

I was the kid you would beat, when pissed at my sisters for things

Admittedly, you exhibited clear cut chivalry, here in this scene

Couldn’t hit them women — who isn’t your seed

Or whipping on me with a thick metal buckle because I had tripped up my niece

Or I misplaced a shoe when fitting to leave

Giving me grief, Military steeze discipline

Grill to grill like a drill sergeant, bark on a six-year-old, rinse & repeat

Or pinning my twisted addiction to sleaze

Begins with the pictures & zines you hid, as I leaped, the mattress slid

underneath

Perhaps the 15 years it took you to visit jilted me

Skipped the greeting, dipped and used my crib like a Hilton to sleep

For a night, oh that’s right, still pissed at my decision to flee

The difference between is and isn’t just in our genes

With limited means, neither quit and the ship didn’t sink

We’re living symbols of the immigrant dream

Now, peep the rifts in our symmetry

Your story’s so tragic — On some Dickens shit you could lift from a page

You thought your father was absent.

but your mother stole you off then shipped

you away

And though you had no examples, And no authority figure to chase

You taught your son what a man was, even though you were lost, you’d spin in

one place

Bitter frustration became centrifugal rage as you flipped your shit for a chick

With 5 kids to her name, you overcommitted, filled up your plate

A way to fix what you missed in the case of family

A slave to decisions you made at 20 — now with an infant to blame

Driven insane.

Quick to dismay.

Drink yourself to a primitive state

I know how addictions limit the pain

So, you get your kicks when you stray, It’s a vicious cycle decaying your

platelets

So when you get sick it’s your end of days

But it isn’t, your Mrs. nurses you back to existence, you’ve changed

A new beginning but your ambition’s the same

I wish you’d quit playing the victim, switch up the aim

Live for the day and then rage while it’s still in the tank

Listen to a son with no children to raise

A son who’s afraid that his image will mimic mistakes

A son who’s drifting in space, but inches away, fit with your face

Before this shit gets too late, then listen, this is my forgiveness in spades

If you could, erase the things you’d said and done

Would you?

Or is your only answer to run?

Run from my childhood

Run from your guilt

See how you shattered me and buried yourself

My silhouette has been cut from your past

I will forgive you — as your face becomes my mask