Mom and Dad don’t love you They’re already tuned To their own sweet song Fireflies in June You are just an extra

I choose to be The Most Unclean So you can see The God in thee

I was born for this Reflexes like a puss Even when I’m pissed

Life after age eight Put downs and berates People don’t like you When they look like fools

I passed through little Whitley t… And stopped where locals could be… When I pulled up, I heard a sound Angel’s voice in Dolby surround It was a sweet, but tearful song

Whether you want To face it or not I’m still your dad Both of our faults I chose the you

To see the best of me Play a symphony That moves my feet

If we would just ask Mother Nature for answers We might find our truths

The waves, curls, cowlicks; Your idiosyncrasies Make me love you more.

I’m such an ass You don’t even know Devoid of class No love to bestow I plant despair

You say that you enjoy people I don’t think that is true You want to be a pure steeple And lord it over fools

Agile Mobile Versatile Tactile Virile

I’ll make you pucker And turn your stomach So take me with a grain of salt

Always late Mostly great That’s just how we roll. Got minute For a hit

Mostly I want To be myself Something special To someone else