Standing in My Own Way (Part Two)

Song for my only niece
living out somewhere down south east
Might never hear the music
your father and I are still feuding
Over some bullshit, doesn't matter in the scene of things
but pride is a beastly king
And while we're waiting for the other to flinch
times does ever so inch
till three years past, unclaimed riches
I follow you via facebook pictures
First steps and words small enough to hurl
through the air
pearl in a rough world
And recent events, meant I recently stepped
to the far flung Stockholm, far from London
Might be a while, fore we get to share a smile
in a space, forecast's ain't great and
You're deserve more than a bad uncle
just cuz your dad and I are uncool
to not put aside the drama is so foolish
So much more than that and I knew this
What can I say, I let days slip
stubbornness work for a stubborn pay slip
A whole lifetime did from my grasp slip
remorse is the potion I doth sip
Suddenly i get what Bjork had meant
how you can miss who you haven't met
I guess this is not about you to be honest
But how i didnt deliver on what I promised
To myself, I'd do better than my own dad
Might get a little vexed but Never that mad
But i'm here, and you 're there and it's a bit sad
Smile and wave
As I drown under my own wave
I keep standing in my own way
Out of sight
Out of mind
You handle your bags
I'll handle mine
handle my breakdown
on my own time
When we meet, when we meet up I will act fine
Let another one in is the worst of crimes
let another one in is the worst of crimes
if I let you in where am I supposed to hide?
Most rapper are rapping about demons
as a stand-in
for all the criticisms they' ve been given
By most I meant every
by every, I really mean me
Damascus light rains down on me
from my shadow I can never be free
Less bridges left to burn, more to mend
I'm a long term project, that I can't pretend
Sometimes can't tell scaffolding from the brick
believing in oneself is a holiest of tricks
Worst enemies from my former friends
basket soggy with full of broken eggs
Come away bruised, and I come way scarred
Midnight cloud obscuring all the stars
short waves to my ex friends from afar
Minor chords on this lonely guitar
On Facebook everybody gang gang
but the profiles mute so you don't feel the pang
Maybe it was cool and the gang until you mauled it
maybe they was calm and you the one who rocked it
Maybe you unloosened the cords on the corset
maybe no one wanted to play and so they forfeit
remember when you laughed til the morning soared
nowadays the memories are sore.