| ...pops no. 3... contracted emotions are not the kind i sign demands and statements are pushing me further away this is the autobiographical statement of my hands how you gave them to me and the pathes they've made since then there are wrinkles in your eyes they've grown older since your father died you gave them to me and it feels like i'm giving them back now soft peddaling the words you give me i weigh them with my own no one stands up to you well it's my turn this time what's the difference between what is inherited and what is inherently given you know you mean the world to me but i can't stand it when you try to save me from me you're pieces of a hero i once had i can't make you happy i hope you know that dad there are wrinkles in your eyes they've grown older since your father died he gave them to you and you gave them to me this is how i know who i'll be someday |