Attachment Figure

The community roses like a prayer for
Collective consciousness attempt to will
What happens here to be remembered well
Like each night that dad blacked out
But the photos that prove we were happy
And each teacher’s invitation
But sent with purest intentions
And each red room with him
Another chance to feel like less of an orphan

A moment to cherish, or another dried bud
Upon the worn altar of thе power of positive thinking?
Is this a position to be choosy?
I’ll losе them all anyway
So, on I mend his failures
To his failures
Made a monster the town mob intends to ignite
But, Lux Paterna, it’s so warm in the torchlight
So it’s too early for that now

Looking like jokers, touch all over
We need it but it’s not right
Those are the lines and these are our
Little star cardboard costumes

And, oh, to be cast after
Being shoved upon and shoved away
Strung us up high, nobody taught
You to hear what was said sotto voce
But it was too early for that

And I’d like to move on, so I’ll just say it once
Why does it seem like the right thing to do
Is never up to the grown-up?
And all the real orphans forgiving
Being deemed irrecoverable
Always the fear of demeaning the homeland
Look up–you’re someone’s benefit of the doubt
Not trying to earn it is all roses cut down
And it’s too early for that now
It’s too early for that now
It’s too early for that now
It’s too early for that now