Testo Heirloom Pain

Build a pillow barricade so the ghosts can't get to me
Twenty-something instincts, feel like a deadbeat dad
Never there when it counts and puts you right in therapy
Life is a gamble, baby, and you'll have to live with that

Oh, but I'll be fine 'cause I always end up
Just fine, then I call a friend up
That's just how it is
And I wake up tired and vaguely sore
Stir a pot when I'm feeling bored
Full-sending a lot, only halfway sure
Walking around with heirloom pain
Dad's temper and Mom's mistakes
And always afraid to fall flat on my face
But doing it anyway

I'm doing it anyway

Walls up to the skies, many men have marched around
To no avail, there's Achilles, then there's his God-forsaken heel

I do the dishes and tend the garden Soften up where I used to harden
And take a moonlit walk

And I wake up tired and vaguely sore
Stir a pot when I'm feeling bored
Full-sending a lot, only halfway sure, oh
Walking around with heirloom pain
Grandma left but her heartache stayed
And now I'm always afraid to take up space
Yet doing it anyway

I'm doing it anyway, oh

People fall in love and fuck up
And have kids who fall in love and fuck up
Who have kids that fall in love
And have you
People fall in love and fuck up
We all fall in love and fuck up
You will fall in love and fuck up too