Ever since 1998,
You have faulted me for not being nostalgic
It is complex, when I used to be allured by your leatherback photo album
Stories about you with a pixie cut, in New York, with your newly found charm
You were all the rage, as well as behind all my rage
I could tell you about your sagging chin, but that is cared too much
There goes me being protective, or thinking that I am
That is the lesson you always give, and for that you were damned
My first time with Madonna, time went by, so, so, so slowly
That glamorous jockey on the stage, to this day I still mimic
The kings on the hills, the horses, the stars, the lyrics
I faulted your tears, on that mountain, with the dogs
Flashback to when I hit you on the head,
With my metal Glock, over my father’s shoulder
My first time learning guilt, but you deny it was real
We do not have much mutual memories, but most are fond
Even though, your words, I can always see the bad in things
At 4am, we share one mutual moment, silent,
Showering and checking phones, malice and lament
Fought hard and learned well, I have wanted to get you, to be you
But ever since 1998, you have faulted me
That’s how it is, we’re four people after all,
Enough to form a dysfunctional family, entertainment for all