stop it
please
let me be
get out of my head
help me help me help
i know what you’re doing
i know what you’re trying to do
i can read it
i can see right through you
i know you
you and my mother
you’ve got some sick twisted sense of pride
manifested in your favorite child
and you fight about us
you yell at each other
try to one up each other
“bryan made $1250 this week”
well that’s just FUCKING SPLENDID
i know what you’re trying to do
you’re trying to make me look like a lazy fuck
well guess who was at home
writing songs
and hating himself
while your stupid worthless fuck of a son
endlessly soldering broken wires only because you forced him to
is that what you expect me to aspire to do
because you’re wrong
i will never aspire to do nothing
have fun getting grandchildren out of your pride and fucking joy
when he doesn’t have the social skills to have worthwhile friends
teach him something useful
like showering more than twice a month
maybe then you’ll create a fine
fucking
citizen
of this
fine
fucking
country