Lyrics

Only son
Disowned and on the run
A fantasy in my head
To love him, and want him dead

Only once
Every remark brings it up
I don't love you like I did

But he isn't
And it isn't what it was"It is what it is
And what should we do about it?"

I wouldn't know

What am I to have felt?
Trapped in hyper-familiar hell"Trust enough not to hold this over his head"