you're still holding grudges against a ghost

A brother with blood too thin to share a toast

Now courage can bond us

Or become the host

For resentment despite now that

You are who you chose

for most of that November, my teeth were stained red

Lost the high of life and got drunk instead

But I should have scared myself

with any tendency to become a lush

I am already a submarine made up of rust

We carry our burdens like a badge of honor

Its the weight of addiction and a homeless father

The past makes excuses for decisions on the altar

Our perceptions are distorted on where we falter

When I was 7, I waged a war against my body

And every ceiling fan that chose to taunt me

So every middle-class home was haunting

I was 9, crying on the stand uncoached

and still was found a liar by most

So I know we could pour our offenses

Into someone else's definition

But what justice isn't

Robs us of goodwill and intention