• Hair is just a frame
    So fix your face like a portrait
    It’s unseemly for a smile to stay
    Boy I still don’t know what you will be
    I haven't found a life you wanted

    Mother you built me well
    But I can’t find the next pieces
    Is a mind built to think like this?
    Or did the teachers make a mistake
    In forcing me through the mold

    I've grown up in some ways I'm sure
    My vices seem less damaging than yours
    And that in a way is comforting sometimes
    But I’m glad you’re still alive
    For as long as that lasts

    I'm quick to bed hoping it's a race
    And we trip and fall and tangle
    At some point I will escape my bed
    Even the skeleton makes its grave
    But its morning I’m still to die
    Give me a break I'm waiting for wrinkles