Bad Blood - Owen

Bad blood

You can’t hide from where you come from

It’s in your veins and in your heart

Bad blood

Blame your mother for every shadow you’re afraid of

The burning urge to flee, well, that’s on me

Your poor grandfather’s so painfully shy

He couldn’t leave the house without a tall one

Your dumb grandmother suffered by his side

She’d rather live in hell than die alone

I hope those odd appendages

Eventually fall off as you grow

Bad blood, bad luck

But apples and trees

Meant nothing to me

Just fruit foliage

But now I see me

In everything you don’t say

Bad blood

Hereditary mob you can’t run away from

(Trust me, I’ve tried)

You’re better off holding your freak flag high

There’s no time