build a pillow barracade so the ghosts can't get to me twenty-something instincts feel like a deadbeat dad never there when it counts and puts you right in therapy life is a gamble, baby and you'll have to live with that oh, but I'll be fine 'cause I always end up just fine, then I call a friend up that's just how it is and I wake up tired and vaguely sore stir a pot when I'm feeling bored full-sending a lot, only halfway sure walking around with heirloom pain dad's temper and mom's mistakes and always afraid to fall flat in my face but doing it anyway walls up to the skies many men have marched around to no avail, there's Achilles then there's his godforsaken heel I do the dishes and tend the garden soften up where I used to harden and take a moonlit walk and I wake up tired and vaguely sore stir a pot when I'm feeling bored full-sending a lot, only halfway sure walking around with heirloom pain dad's temper and mom's mistakes and always afraid to fall flat in my face but doing it anyway