Well this is this, it always gets, a little hard to grasp
As I drift I think I see you becoming the grass
And it takes so much to know because you always seem to ask
You always seem to ask when you're taking me to task

And I know enough to know enough to know what I don't know
The moon on the horizon says never tell, always show
She says, before she sinks below the sky
She promises to come back some other night

And I'm glad we didn't have sex, fucking on your high horse would've been
Awkward at best
And I'd say, no thank you, you're welcome
But you weren't welcome at first glance

Still I miss you through nostalgia and in holding you back
You held me to that meat grinder on those nights so long and black
When I'd call you like an animal and you've never call me back
When you'd call me like an animal and I'd never call you back

But these flat lands birth the canvas where we can shoot all our mishaps
Laugh at all our pining, and bark at each others laughs
Till we bite the hand that feels best in our own
We'll bite the hand that feels best in our own

My mother lives inside herself and drinks most every night
She's waiting for the day when that might make her feel alright
My father lives inside his head as a 16 year old boy
He's waiting to awaken and teach himself to fight
And my brother lives as I did and I miss him all the time
He sees the world as objects and knows he don't fit in quite right
And I cry for them every time I ponder what must be
You can martyr all your needs or be martyred on your knees

But I'm done talking about Santa Claus how he only gave me coal
How I'm under appreciated and overexposed
Where is that great harmony, our mutual mercy?
These landscape fill the palates that need filling with empathy
And apathy and sick humanity

When will our parents become the children, our children become the stars
And the star closest to us will just become the dust