Inheritance from Monitors by Jacob Metcalf

You are not a lost cause; you are not a throwaway
Nothing you could ever do or say
You've been invisible; you felt unlovable
We’re all just dominos, in it together
Bracing for impact, facing the weather

Everyone knows you can’t be born again
But I wish you could get a second chance
You’ve known only heartbreak and distance
And you deserve a better inheritance

I was a prince; you were a king
Dethroned and living on the street
Shoes don’t fit, hand-me-downs, none of it makes sense, and you’re still hungry
The world looks indifferent and no one seems to understand
We're all god's children, right?
But some never stood a chance

Everyone knows you can’t be born again
But I wish you could get a second chance
You’ve known only heartbreak and distance
And you deserve a better inheritance

• Folk
• acoustic
• easy listening
• folk baroque
• modern western
• singer-songwriter
• Dallas