Aug 12, 2004 19:30
Rilo Kiley "A Better Son/Daughter"
Sometimes in the morning
I am petrified and cant move
Awake but cannot open my eyes
And the weight is crashing down on my lungs
I no I cant breathe
And hope someone will save me this time
And your mothers still calling you insane and high
Swearing its differrent this time
And you tell her to give in to the demons that posess her
And that god never blessed her insides
Then you hang up the phone
And feel badly for upsetting things
Crawl back into bed to dream of a time
When your heart was open wide
And you loved things just because
Like the sick and the dying
And sometimes when your on
Your really fucking on
And your friends they sing along
And they love you
But the lows are so extreme
That the good seems fucking cheap
And it teases you for weeks in its absence
But you'll fight
And you'll make it through
You'll fake it if you have to
And you'll show up for work with a smile
You'll be better
And you'll be smarter
And more grown up
And a better daughter or son
And a real good friend
You'll be awake
You'll be alert
You'll be positive though it hurts
And you'll laugh and embrace all your friends
You'll be a real good listener
You'll be honest
You'll be brave
You'll be handsome and you'll be beautiful
You'll be happy
Your ship may be coming in
Your weak but not giving in
To the cries and the wails of the valley below
And your ship may be coming in
Your weak but not giving in
And youll fight it go out fighting all of them