...and counting...

5/19/2005

 
if and when
this happens again
i'll kill you
i don't forgive
i don't know how
who needs to let go
when you can just move on
i can live independent of you
you can't make me need you

how'd you like to be
cut off from me
how'd you like to lose
your inheritance
your heritage
is more than a family crest
it's a lot of pride over nothing
who needs alcoholism
who needs your genes

remember the boy of twelve
who cut the cord himself
who hired a man
to try his case
and removed him from their lack of grace
what better way
who needs a family name
not when college can be paid
by being a foster of the state

that kid was a smart kid
i think to do what he did
it's just i'm already too old
and now i find myself attached
to a band of folks
who distort the facts
and never will retract
when it's proven a lie
at this point i think i'll try
to stick it out

if and when
this happens again
i guess killing is a sin
i'll just have to put you in a home
perhaps it's a crime
to leave you alone
but to return neglect
once i'm grown
seems only fair

you say i shouldn't
be embarrassed
you had never been parents
well, i had never been a child
you at least had walked that mile
you expected so much of me
like to know the proper courtesy
to show a person only learning
when you yourself did not display
that you'd ever learned these things

if and when
you pass away
grief will appear on my face
and in my eyes
will lie a trace
of what i feel you shorted me
but i will not hold a grudge
i only wish you'd budge
show your proud
that i'm your son
and that you'd cry if i went on
tears for me
and not just a loved one
like you knew who i was
and like you cared.