Lyrics

Turning the worn beige pages Of the photo album I found In the basement with all the shit Mom and dad don't use They looked almost alive once Camping out on the coast and Laughing in the backyard With the friends they don't see now I feel the imprint grip and rise The looks and the flaws devise A carbon copy in the veins To craft a curse of a life constrained I can't become I can't be The you in me The you in me I can't succumb Sever me From the tree The you in me The years flip to reveal Swelling resentment concealed Phantom shells of yourselves Loveless and callous throughout A marriage of slamming doors Of secrets and private wars A portrait of union aged The faith rots and the lustre fades I feel the imprint grip and rise The looks and the flaws devise A carbon copy in the veins To craft a curse of a life constrained I can't become I can't be The you in me The you in me I can't succumb So sever me From the tree The you in me