my dad hates me for filming him real

to the posts that dont remember the words that signed you in:

when the scotland bands sound like the euro pop rox you hate

there's a point at a vacant stop light
when youve heard the same broadcasts
and the same boredom from the sounds you stole
to the same signs you've rebelled against
the same transparencies you covet
when you realize the town in that makes you itch
is the one in which your parents fell in love with
the one where everything was close
to raise the children you despise most