Carrying burdens, and staring at nothing, a tap on the shoulder.
“You’re too young to get it, just play with your toys. I’ll explain when you’re older”
The cradle and cat, man - enough with the Chapin. I get it, it’s ample.
You think you can teach, so you teach what you think, but they learn by example.
She keeps to herself, and she rarely contributes, here under the table.
And she carries the weight of the world that surround ds her, she’s willing and able.
“It’s just a suggestion, don’t take it as gospel.”
Took them outside to gaze at the clouds, with such fascination
“I can see trees, that one looks like a car…” a surge of creation
“People will take that stuff just because they have no imagination.”
Try to speak openly, exercise patience to spark conversation.
Part of me wants them to turn out like me and be scared of the devil.
But part of me wants them to seek out adventure, be not so damn careful
It’s just observation, don’t take it as gospel.
WHAT IF ALL I DO AMOUNTS TO NOTHING?
I CAN’T WRITE IT OFF AND START AGAIN
AND ALL I DON’T DO ACCOUNTS FOR SOMETHING
ACCUMULATED BLAME
Carry the blood down, the elder’s a liar, the uncle’s a user
The mother’s irrational, father’s incompetent, scatterbrained loser
Inherently take on the traits and mistakes of whom they’re exposed to
Try hard to influence, set a good path, do as you’re supposed to.
But how do you combat the rot that’s so deep and so heavy inside them?
Supposing you spare them from nightmares and spiders that sit down beside them?
I want to forget more
But I’m always reminded
WHAT IF ALL I DO AMOUNTS TO NOTHING?
I CAN’T WRITE IT OFF A ND START AGAIN
AND ALL I DON’T DO ACCOUNTS FOR SOMETHING
ACCUMULATED BLAME
WHAT IF ALL I TRY AMOUNTS TO NOTHING?
CAN’T JUST RIDE IT OUT ACROSS THE SKY
AND I KNOW YOU’LL BLAME ME FOR SOMETHING
LIKE NIGHTTIME BLAMES THE SUNRISE
Things aren’t getting clearer
Think it’s such a shame
Try to make a difference
When things turn out the same
You are why I’m living
And I am all you’ve got
And you’re too young to worry
And I’m too old to not
And you’re too young to realise
And I’m too old to see.
All in a day’s work, it’s taking forever what used to an hour
Stuck with a dragon, a princess, a promise, and ivory towers
The messages mixed, inconsistently fixed, they don’t need the confusion
The lessons are tangled up tight, but at least it creates an illusion
They don’t make them good anymore, like they used to, they’re built to be thrown out
With minds on the game, we switch on, we switch off, we sit back and we zone out
And memory’s trigger, well, father it figures…
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AND ALL I DON’T DO ACCOUNTS FOR SOMETHING
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WHAT IF ALL I TRY AMOUNTS TO NOTHING?
CAN’T JUST RIDE IT OUT ACROSS THE SKY
AND I KNOW YOU’LL BLAME ME FOR SOMETHING
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