Twenty years ago today
The doctor snipped my life support
And now I've got no place to stay
And no good news to report
What I was thinking
Buying that new Dodge Challenger
The gas is way to much
You think I've disappointed her?
The second I turned eighteen
I littered my body with all these tattoos
The second I turn twenty-one
I'll already be drowning in booze
She had her good intentions
But I never gave her a second thought.
The things she tried to teach me
All went down the toilet once I turned sixteen
I'll come home high as fuck
And she'll just tell me to sleep
And when I wake up next morning
There'll be no words; I'll leave in my Jeep
I had much better plans
It wasn't supposed to go this way
I'm sorry, Mom, I am.
I'll try to get it together some day
Have I disappointed you?
If so, I can't blame you
I'm sorry, Mom, I really am
I'm so sorry, Mom, you can't know how badly
I'm sorry, Mom, but I'm still your boy
I'm sorry, Mom, I really am.
I'm sorry I'm sorry I'M SORRY
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