BloodlineThe ones who share the nameLoved me at my lowest, never kept the receipt of the shameBloodlineDifferent branches, but we drink the same rainThe roots are tangled deep enough to hold through any strainThe year I lost the business I was too ashamed to callBut the cousins drove all night and stood me in the hallYou don't pick the blood but you tend it like a fireMáu chảy ruột mềm, the blood runs, the gut goes tenderWe don't always like each other but we always showThat's the kind of love you only learn from long agoBloodlineThe ones who share the nameLoved me at my lowest, never kept the receipt of the shameBloodlineThe uncle with the jokes had quietly paid my rentThe aunt who feeds an army never said a word of itWe carry the same forehead and the same stubborn streakThe same way of loving hard but never knowing how to speakAnd when the world got heavy and the floor fell from my feetThe bloodline was the net that's always under, always sweetI found the envelope in spring, his writing on the flapPay it forward, nephew, that's the only way to pay it backI'll take the whole inheritance, the good and the absurd'Cause bloodline means you're never gonna face it on your own wordBloodlineThe ones who share the nameLoved me at my lowest, never kept the receipt of the shameBloodline
