the Xerox Lyrics

Now I'm curled on mom's belly

Now I'm playing my dad's old guitar

Now I have my grandma's sense of humor

As my family watches from outside

Now I'm reading all his old books

All simulacrum and simulation

And now I'm just a xerox of him

A failed copy born from the same nation

And now he's in a hole on a hill

Worms eating at both his eyes

That he read his old books with

But he needed glasses before he

Dirt is swallowing his hands

He used to play his old guitar with

And now I'm crying on the sofa

Where he actually, for real, fucking

And now I'm on the look out

For a new him who'll love me

Now that he's dead

And I need to stop looking for love in the wrong people

Well, are you better than the you in my head