Bad Blood

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