Heirloom Rust

[Chorus]
This is the deed, this is the debt
This is the prayer you don't say yet
This is the root, this is the rot
The only inheritance I got

[Verse 1]
A cicada wing caught in the screen door mesh
Three empty Ball jars sweating on the rail, still fresh
The key's still under that chipped ceramic frog
Sour-milk smell rising from the sink's permanent clog

[Chorus]
This is the deed, this is the debt
This is the prayer you don't say yet
This is the root, this is the rot
The only inheritance I got

[Verse 2]
The phone book's open to the 'Plumbers' page from last July
A spider plant is throwing children where the light goes to die
Your pawn-shop Telecaster leaning by the chair
A fine red film of Appalachian dust hangs in the air

[Bridge]
You said, "Don't you dare go diving in that deep end again"
But the water line's a stain right where my chin begins

[Chorus]
This is the deed, this is the debt
This is the prayer you don't say yet
This is the root, this is the rot
The only inheritance I got

[Outro]
Heirloom rust on my own two hands.