When my dad dies
He says he wants to be cremated
And his ashes spread in Seattle, Washington
With the bald eagles

When my mom dies
She says she wants to be cremated
And her ashes spread in Pensacola, Florida
On the pier with the birds

They hate each other so much
Even subconsciously
That even when they die
They want to be as far away from each other as possible

I have a picture of them
They were holding each other in front of a fireplace
This was before they decided to have me
Still, their eyes were dead

They made sure that they had a kid together
They chose to make a lifelong commitment
But they weren't even in love
They chose this without thinking about me

If they had been honest
If they had the courage to love
We wouldn't be in this position
But they've never been good at that, have they?

Still after all of these years, I am left out of their thoughts
I have spent 8 years without a father, to suddenly return
And 10 years with a sick, selfish mother
What did I get out of this?

A heart full of hate
A responsibility I didn't ask for
A life wrecked with a disappointment
A story that's not my own