walking dead on two burned feet   do you have anything left to say to me   from barber chairs and baseball gloves   to calling names and slaps and drugs   from son you could have been someone   to hey there, meet my only son   lost in the mail for a convenient month      a graduation unattended   500 miles, 500 days   we'll never talk   let's count the ways    we fake it over every break    and you kick yourself for making this mistake      actions dismantle litigation   and i thought this would be easier for me   another forced smile on vacation   another disappointment paves itself into a two way street   and i see you inside myself   i want to climb out of my skin   i see you in myself every day   and once again   i was the worst mistake   your connection to a thirty year hate   i tried hard not to believe it   i'll try harder to feel it   so here's to you