Things He Handed Down Lyrics

I look myself in the mirror and find

I see your reflection staring back at me

You passed the pain from your eyes to mine

Knowing what a burden it would be

You're the scar that keeps on bleeding

Hide my feelings, overeating

Cause I can't find a way of healing

How can fathers not love their sons

Let wicked words roll of their tongues

Wounds and scars from battles

That no one really won

Hidden behind smiles in a broken frame

You locked your target as you took aim

Even though I left that hometown

Still got the things he handed down

You sit in church pews and pray on a Sunday

Pretending that you're a good man

Preaching your faith says its a sin to be gay

But what happens when it's your son

Cause you're the scar that keeps on bleeding

Hide my feelings, overeating

Cause I can't find a way of healing

How can fathers not love their sons

Let wicked words roll of their tongues

Wounds and scars from battles

That no one really won

Hidden behind smiles in a broken frame

You locked your target as you took aim

Even though I left that hometown

Still got the things he handed down

You coloured my heart black and blue

Cut so deep it went right through

It's taken time but I know it's true

I was never gonna please you

How can fathers not love their sons

Let wicked words roll of their tongues

Wounds and scars from battles

That no one really won

Hidden behind smiles in a broken frame

You locked your target as you took aim

Even though I left that hometown

Still got the things he handed down

I look myself in the mirror and find

I see your reflection staring back at me